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Mother Nature

She begins to swoon when Timberwolves croon
a lost lovers tune to their goddess moon.
When a handsome loon begs his mate to spoon
in late afternoon, she blushes maroon.
One day very soon, she'll burst our balloon
for poisons we've strewn, which nothing's immune.
01/05/2017 For contest: Rhymers delight-internal momorhyme Sponsor: John Hamilton

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 5/10/2017 5:14:00 PM
Great job again, monorhyme is my favorite form.
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Date: 1/12/2017 3:56:00 PM
Nice moral. Greatly put! Congrats Arlene! :-)
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Date: 1/10/2017 3:52:00 PM
I see you didn't go for common rhyming words, Arlene. Nature always provides adequate inspiration. Congratulations on your fine win. Regards // paul
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Date: 1/5/2017 7:26:00 PM
Oh, nice one! I like the rhymes you found. Good luck in the contest.
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