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A holiday shopper forgot the keys

locked in the car. So a wreath hanger’s being used like a crowbar! Wreath hanger can be a backscratcher/instrument of hope just in case a wreath is made of poison oak! This poem’s about a wreath hanger’s potential and functions; … Continue reading

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Sometimes a question can’t be answered with a yes or a no (since the answer might really be an I don’t know).

When setbacks keep happening, uncertainties grow. One answer may be: it depends on how things go. To frustrate, fail, or slow can suck or can blow. Understanding and improvement: what i work on fo sho.

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A summer solstice that’s so hot could be called solstfire since the ice within solstice might somehow inspire

folks to imagine or ask questions like what if that ice got switched into its opposite? Or what if we think deeper about what we sense or see? Asking questions can lead to new possibilities. Alternate short version of my … Continue reading

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People must vote especially when woke. It’s a way to say nope to what’s scarier than a ghost.

To heal what got broke, to achieve what is hoped, folks (from coast to coast) devote their time to vote.

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Diversity and security may face moments of uncertainty.

If there’s fury or emergency, hopefully shown is mercy.

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Justice-seeking won’t rest when there are losses that make no sense.

And so people protest. A peaceful protest flows best.

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Healthcare workers lead in a fight for those in need.

Against disease and when there’s grief, they provide guidance and relief. Lives are what they save. Facing danger, they are brave. For their work and their strength, they deserve more and thanks.

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During September, many people enter a new semester.

Teachers or professors can help them be better (and with lessons that’ll hopefully be remembered).

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A barber who’s running late to work will probably take a short cut.

If a barber gets work done just barely before a deadline, that’s a close shave.

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A sharpshooter holds on to a bullet journal.

She draws a heart on its cover, and that heart is purple. The bullet journal’s pages have red ink that bleeds through. While some may not spot her, she sees you.

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