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Talking To The Trees

The seasons change with time, picture mother nature as a fashion designer who can't make up her mind. Talking to the trees: Ok, everyone, everyone, fashions for fall. Green is no longer in, let's try red. yellow. and brown. Oh, never mind let everything fall to the ground. I know! Why don't I let you trees go bare? you’re not bashful, it’s not like you need underwear.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 1/22/2020 3:52:00 PM
Bare butt trees, that's one brave fashion statement for the middle of winter, love it . . . : )
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Robert Kinard
Date: 1/22/2020 7:47:00 PM
Glad you enjoyed reading it. Thank you.
Date: 1/16/2020 11:08:00 PM
Robert, your delightful poem is fashionably lovely!
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Robert Kinard
Date: 1/18/2020 5:37:00 AM
Thank you very much
Date: 1/4/2020 11:58:00 AM
Robert, My how you described nature's fashion in your poem, 'Talking To The Trees'. Perfect for the season. Well written verse. Happy New Year. -Richard
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Robert Kinard
Date: 1/5/2020 1:44:00 PM
Happy New Year to you too. Thank you sir.
Date: 1/4/2020 8:55:00 AM
This brings a smile. I like my wife to wear nature’s winter wardrobe year round. ;0)
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Robert Kinard
Date: 1/5/2020 1:24:00 PM
Thank you Sir, you may not know this but I am also known as (The Dirty Old Man)