Late August

Everything expires.
Even the cicadas seem
to run out of steam

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50

Water down a drain:
our days in this body
end with a gurgle.

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139

Given the diagnosis
don't be shocked if
the remedy's hypnosis.

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149

Meaning and words:
volumetrically usually
inversely related.

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23 (skidoo)

Moldy grows the fig.
I will eat it anyway,
the moldy old fig.

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30

Poor Penelope-
adultery grieved her but
grief didn't stop her.

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83

Truth: essentially
political or un? Um,
I'll tell you later.

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A Will

What is the essence of a will?
Codicil on codicil
on codicil.

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sun medals of joy
speckle the winter bedspread
in a moment gone

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185

'Classified, ' she answered,
'is way different than censored.'

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