Poetry Friday 44
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Three little ones for you this week. Inspired by Portugal and things.
Memories
Drifting along a street
that I’ve never been down before
but it looks something like a street
I walked along
with you.
Waiting
The clock says it’s time to go
but no one is ready.
So, I sit writing haiku
Wine (a mini haiku)
Wine, more black then red
stains my tongue
fogs my memory.
Hope you enjoyed this little ones special. Have a good weekend.
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