Lost
She is Autumn’s child who’s lost in Winter
The path she arrived is covered in snow
Her red brilliant hair alerts the Cardinals
Who tells the owls who will get her home
They know the brush and undercover
The thickets, the strath, bent brush and
Fall.
Mimsi Flowers and Notions 
Pleasure is all mine !
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Beautiful combination of colorful poetry !
Hope your tea is ready ?
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yes… But we have French Pressed coffee this morning… Is that okay?
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I am at your disposal, would love anything of your choice. This coffee smells so good. I am loving the taste . You are amazing in making coffee.
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Well… Thank you! LOl…
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I will take leave now ? need your permission. Is this ok with you..or you want my stay to be prolonged ?
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I had to go to work. Working gets in the way of writing poetry.
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😊
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I had to work today. 😊
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well done
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Thanks Alan
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