[no Title] Poem by Alex Taylor Spurling

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A muted white rings
A church bell loses tone
A dog sits, a dog waits
An owner takes a last breath
A neighbor waves
A business man commutes
A swan dives
A bakery sells a first pastry
Just as Nostradamus intended.

Monday, May 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: dog,lifestyle
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