Bathroom humor stinks
wreaks of tastelessness; best not
to open that door

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Always there for me
A strength, a friend, a mentor
Mom's heart never rests.

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Autumn in the skies
leaves turn and fall from the trees
winter soon arrives

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Septolet (Comes Autumn)

Autumn geese
in formation
flying
off somewhere

Summer’s birds
singing in the trees
unknowing

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ACROSTIC (Cell)

Classified as a living thing,
each one is called a building block of life; the smallest
living biological structure found in all known
living organisms.

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ACROSTIC (Dark Sky)

Day light saving while
Autumn begins
re-arranging landscapes
keeping up a face.

Sun in need of rest
knows when to retreat and
yield to Winter's grace.

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ACROSTIC (Prophet)

People eagerly follow;
revere the
one leading, and
place great responsibility on the
head of he who would take
every risk to direct the fold. Best pray
that it is from the right Spirit.

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ACROSTIC (Lyrics)

Love to hear your melody and I
yearn so to hear you speak;
really feel your embrace. But I feel
instant relief in my heart when you
come whispering in the wind and
say the words that set me free.

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ACROSTIC (Storm)

Suddenly Autumn is done and over with, all
too soon. A storm packing SNOW waits just
over the horizon and it makes for
rushed and hurried preparations;
most folks are not ready for Winter so early.

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ACROSTIC (Winter)

Why have you left me here alone
inviting cold, windy guests
never remembering our summer romp
thank you for sea, sand and memory
every one held close to my heart, please
remember me, your lost summer love.

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