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Breakfast with my yellow lab Lucy

Wisping kitchen sunlight with dust and wood smoke. Golden hairs from her body from a shake as she woke. Rising up and then falling softly down as they float. And brushing my oatmeal with a fresh yellow coat.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 4/25/2018 1:21:00 PM
This poem is so likeable, my face cracked while I smiled through it.
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Charlie Knowlton
Date: 4/25/2018 1:24:00 PM
Thank you careen for reading and liking my poem. Most that I right are light.
Date: 4/25/2018 1:10:00 PM
This is darling! It has a happy streak, and a funny ending. Nice!
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Charlie Knowlton
Date: 4/25/2018 5:29:00 PM
Thanks again Caren...