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Apothecary

on endless summer days
   winter's feeble sun

 apothecary of toxic tinctures
   phantom of the night

nightsummersunwinterfree verse

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Joseph P. DiMino

July 20, 2023 at 12:56 PM

We have conjured up messes. Oh, were it just a surface physical scrubbing, the poison deep into the soul has seeped.

Shirley Hawkins

July 18, 2023 at 8:43 PM

Toxicity in the air Poisoning everywhere.

Judy Ball

July 18, 2023 at 10:11 AM

Ah endless summer days filled with sunshine. Then you deal with sunburn. Swimming at the beach ---- Oh No! There's oil in the water and it's been banned for swimming and fishing. Picnics --- On No! It's crowded, there's ants and bugs or ese they've turned our favorite place into a parking lot. Let's stay home and bar b que in the back yard. (sigh) Good One Gershon. God Bless, JB