3975

Somebody’s perfume—
Sign on the undertaker’s
Squeaks in the cold wind

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3973

Burger place has changed
The bags curly fries come in:
I hate them (the bags)

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3948

A three-tier cake stand
Reflected on the ceiling
And the wall: High Tea

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3947

Ice on Arthur’s Seat
Footsteps crunching frozen grass
Myriad held hands

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3938

Cutest handwriting:
Father Christmas, I would like
Somenewartsupplies

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3933

Two I love walking
In between stone grave markers
Trees in search of sky

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3924

Why are bus drivers
Such jerks? I wonder: tell ours
Thanks for nothing

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