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rusty skeletons frigid granite sky the fifth season

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Date: 12/28/2023 4:36:00 PM
Intriguing poetry, Arlo. You leave a lot of leeway for the reader to think about. Have a great 2024, my friend. Bill
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Arlo Parker
Date: 12/29/2023 3:06:00 PM
Happy to let you interpret as your mind choses, TB. New year do close...best wishes for the Best Year Ever!!!
Date: 12/28/2023 2:43:00 PM
Death would be the fifth season. I would have a pine box sky... Maybe some roots. Ed
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Arlo Parker
Date: 12/28/2023 9:06:00 PM
Beg to differ...just "dead time" between 01/01 and 03/01. No root harmed in the writing of this piece. Looking forward to your Haiku, EE. :o)
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Tom Woody
Date: 12/28/2023 7:03:00 PM
Ooh I pick this one. Nice Ed
Date: 12/28/2023 2:39:00 PM
Ahhh and what is this fifth season, O haiku maestro?
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Tom Woody
Date: 12/29/2023 5:46:00 AM
Here in Ne Ohio we just call it plain old winter
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Arlo Parker
Date: 12/28/2023 9:03:00 PM
That time of gloom between 01/01 and 03/01.

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