Youth, when health is last and play is first
believes we’re made of stainless steel
and never worried how we’d feel,
but age begs don’t make my back worse.</-Lynne
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Four Lines
The Pats did drop their last ditch pass
and I was glad the Giants won,
but football is not as much fun
while play is first and health is last.
-Lynne
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Vast place, light bulbs, closed sky, hard grass
under the dome of an oil drum,
we watched Giants in Colt kingdom
force the Pats to drop their last pass.
-Lynne
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I long for sunshine on my face,
hot sand scorching my heels with heat,
waters to wade lapping my feet,
sun light, blue skies, soft sand, my place.
-Lynne
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Far summer seems too long to wait;
while the sun shines its cold comfort
and breezes freeze fingers for sport,
I long for sunshine on my face.
-Lynne
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I feel distinctly second rate
when winter skies are overcast.
Spring breezes surely come full blast
but summer seems too far to wait.
-Lynne
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Cold winter escapes do create
old memories of summer sun,
but thoughts of warm sand are no fun
and feel distinctly second rate.
-Lynne
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Clean homes are not nature’s landscapes.
Stack a pile of broken branches
in your garden for the finches
to create cold winter escapes.
-Lynne
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Cleansing, the new hygiene, creates
a clean so clean it shines like rust.
Soap and rags and bleach and brooms just
clean our homes not nature’s landscapes.
-Lynne
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I interrupt this mess of guts
to announce my sister’s birthday.
Many good thoughts I send your way
because, Schatzi, gifts cost too much.
The mess in one’s gut is the clean
of the whole digestive process.
A gut’s bad smell signals success
and cleansing disrupts it’s hygiene.
-Lynne
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