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The Twiglets #12 even the ducks
Even the ducks took to the river
their downy white feathers too
much like a summer-weight cover
on the sticky hot southern noon.
They paddled away from the buck
naked boys splashing and hollering
like the wild things they were.
Spotty clouds began to gather, to
sprinkle down rain but the boys
and the ducks took no notice…
they just played.
Poet's Parlor 
Oh the joy of it! Childhood can be so much fun.
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Love “like the wild things they were,” especially – both boys and ducks. 😉
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A vision I could have seen today. Yes summer in February! – Alas the 40’s return mid week.
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I know! It was 74 today. Tomorrow is another story. But someday summer will be here.
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I’d like spring first. I can wait for summer…
🙂
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