hap rochelle Poems

warming spring days
a tired old man
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sitting in the sun
thrill at the crack of the bat
spring in Florida
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something's under my bed
I'm afraid it might be dead
perhaps it could revive
even worse if it's alive
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a cold north wind
chills my ancient bones
life is a feather
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lioness at heart ~
mistress of her domain... roams ~
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escape the mundane
the world is large and lovely
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the fog ~
steadily fogs ~
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an adventurous ~
appetite led to the Corps ~
a tropical moon
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the feeling inside ~
like a warm spring rain... belies ~
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