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Poetry

(1)

Sawdust soils the floor

Blocks of wood fill the waste can-

Clock ticks time away

(2)

The moon casts a glow

as the stars pierce the darkness-

winter tickles the skin

(3)

Quiet rumbles in ears

long accustomed to noises-

A knock banishes dark

(4)

Autumn nip in the air-

Black wasp hunting on green grass

Red leaves fall to the ground