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skirmish

Skirmish 
 
                            It turns so fast
from happiness to sadness, 
yesterday
was a warm spring day,
then without warning
Cold.
Winter beddings
packed away
we fought 
over a blanket
I lost
she is blaming illness.
Today is miserable
a clumsy time
doesn`t know whether 
to cry or shine.
No internet
that`s a bloody shame.

Copyright © jan hansen

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