Orange embers glowing
Flames tickling pine smoke rising
Chili in the pot
World Poetry Day
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I would like to know what's in the pot. It must be something nice. Ah, that's life. Great food, great view, and maybe fine company too. :)
ReplyDeleteeh, that's me from 'urban poems'. thought i would drop in for a look. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by! I can’t remember if were chili or pot roast in the pot.
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