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I am not a poet. Words just come to me occasionally and if I don’t put them down on paper they swirl in my head incessantly. So that’s what I’m doing today. 

    

 
Cricket chirps fill the air
Turtle noses vanish and reappear

Humidity so thick you can cut
Happy dogs enjoy the muck

Fall feels far away
Savoring a summer’s lazy day

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