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Warning Signs

sharp sound of church bells on a cold crystal clear night warns heaven and hell to try harder to do right not give up on the good fight strong gusts of north wind ominous clouds now hover no good they portend bad time to feel hung over makes good sense to find cover cannot seem to breathe chest seems filled up with cement just able to wheeze was this something to prevent before starting to lament? always in God's hands strange conditions amplify carbon footprint lands should we continue the lie while the planet starts to die?

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Date: 1/6/2022 4:42:00 PM
This is a well crafted Tanka. I admire your excellent rhymes. Thats not easy. - Ken
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