and post notes and photos about your poem like Sandra Haight.
Long icicles hang, one by one;
thick icicles shine in the sun.
As icicles melt
to icicles, svelte,
thin icicles drip till there's none.
January 6, 2019
For Contest, "Same Word Winter Limerick",
sponsored by Charles Messina
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