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Not doing a prompt. I'm in the big city and there are places to go and people to see! Instead, a short something-or-other poem of no particular form with as many words/syllables per line as a darn well want!
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Our last night in La Manz Pedro brings us lobster.
News for sommeliers—
lobster goes perfectly with margaritas.
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Yesterday we drove past primavera,
each branch an elegant gold bouquet
against the great blue bride of sky.
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| Today sky hides its blueness behind rain clouds instead of primavera there are daffodils. Same yellow. Same sky. |
Cheers!
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