when morning sweats
i just await,
someone will step in.
all of a sudden,
door bangs with noise,
i saw a palmfull of breeze,
walk in!
Ritty, it must be hot, hot, hot. I can remember mornings like these. Bob
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the selection of the words n their usage is brilliant, ritty....