Best Nips Poems

On the bed, my ginger cat settles
             onto a pile of clean laundry, dryer warm

Feline steady stare, resolute 
           a strategy of possession...

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I used to be a "hottie"but now,  I just go potty.
 What on earth could be the matter with my ever shrinking bladder? 
 I hold no affection for my sun damaged complexion. Too many summers at the  sea have caused barnacles to...

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Busty shaped and large of hip
the busy winds of October
buffet my brain
within its whistling cave.

Around the shoulders
of every lumpy molehill
taverns and tankards
bloom in a russet corner of light.

September leaves
leave, shaking their brittle cuffs
and frills,
they fly sideways
riding upon broken rafts
of tangled sticks.

October blusters as it bustles,
its...

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