Sonnet 73B

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When scarlet leaves precede that Halloween And chill winds force retreats to fuzzy folds, Bare skin hiding behind warm denim jeans; When kids seek treats using horrified masks And turkeys fry among potatoes, jams, and pie, Red-clad Santa giving those things for asked And flying kisses... Continue Reading →

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