Poems in 140 characters or less...
...
as on the brink of welling tears
we kiss - and wish 'good luck' -
smile and wave you advise
and keep your chin up
...
the tulips in the memorial garden
pout under the caterwaul
of children - all in costume -
gathering for the grand parade
...
I always cut apples to show the star
they taste no different but are
neater and the taste is not marred
- what looks nice tastes better
...
peace:)
The Blue Book
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