Welcoming the first night’s evening cold
Then trying to breathe with plugged nose
Eight long, hot summer months collecting
Dog hair, dust, lent and God knows what
A burning stench blows out furnace ducts
Next year’s goal; open windows expecting
by Kelly L
Welcoming the first night’s evening cold
Then trying to breathe with plugged nose
Eight long, hot summer months collecting
Dog hair, dust, lent and God knows what
A burning stench blows out furnace ducts
Next year’s goal; open windows expecting
LOL loved it! A stream of consciousness with a biting humour! ❤️
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Well written and I can so feel the air in my face.
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Thanks! 😃
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I hate that first blast of air. Love how you penned this.
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Thanks, i had to capture the frivolous moment.
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