Idyl Poem by robert dickerson

Idyl

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After a full hoour
of winkling, toe twinkling
napping, tapping,
soothing, sighing,
blowsing, drowsing
in the sun, on the green
under a crabtree
my obsession got up
yawned, and walked away.

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