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Morning train

Three horns at the intersection

Still, the oak’s leaves.

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No matter the number of emails, calls, or texts

The sun still rises on all of us pests,

And while our lives are filled with tests,

The great cycle of the world, never rests.

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My brother’s search adds another year

Graduate degree and unemployed

A heavy toll taken to the beach.

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Welcome to the South!
Roach traps are on sale
I’ll take four dozen.

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A siren
Drizzle and
Road splashes.

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