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The doldrums

black dog greets dark night the mind feasts on festered forms tonights sick harvest

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Date: 10/17/2021 11:46:00 AM
Hello Carl Bellerose, rotton fruit. No thank you. I do not think the dog would eart the rotton fruit. It is a sick harvest. Enjoy your day my friend.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 10/17/2021 3:10:00 PM
Hello Carl Bellerose, you are welcome my friend. Wishing you a great evening my friend.
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Carl Bellerose
Date: 10/17/2021 11:59:00 AM
Darlene, thank you very much for your comment, wishing you a great evening or morning/afternoon. Edit, I changed some words in this poem.
Date: 10/17/2021 9:05:00 AM
Wow great imagery one can just hear the dog, see the moon and smell rotten fruit!
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Carl Bellerose
Date: 10/17/2021 9:09:00 AM
Thank you very much for your comment, I have been enjoying reading your wonderful poems, thank you.