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Each year, some slips away; I’m just not that upset, but I’m not that old yet, if truth be told. At some point down the road, it maybe catches up; for now I’ll pour a cup, but not too bold. Ideas still pour in; I write them while they’re hot. The downside of this thought: my coffee’s cold. ————— An Abhanga: 6x-6a-6a-4x

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Date: 10/14/2022 3:12:00 AM
Jeff, another interesting form, I love your write and of course your last line is right on, my coffee is always cold when I write too, blessings Constance
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Jeff Kyser
Date: 10/14/2022 4:14:00 AM
Thanks, Constance, there seems to be an endless variation of forms!
Date: 10/14/2022 2:30:00 AM
Priorities, Jeff. Coffee can be warmed but poetic thoughts fade away into oblivion.
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Date: 10/13/2022 7:30:00 PM
Ha!!! Nice one... thought it was all serious and **** then - left turn!
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