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1/30/2021

*Landscape* 20" H X 24" W Oil On Linen

The
Night
Dragged
Icy
Cold
Over
The
Mountain
Crags
While
I Slept,
And
Swept
Snow
Into
Sloping
Cracks
And
Rocky
Tracks.
The
Sun
Will
Come
And
Bring
A
Hint
Of
Distant
Spring,
But
Winter
Waits
With
Fists
Of
Frost,
Once
The
Day
Is
Lost.

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Cold Spell

1/28/2021

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Don’t
Tell
Me
About
Snow,
I Already
Know.
Back
In
NYC,
It
Was
Common
To
Be
Four
Wheels
Frozen
To
The
Ground,
The
Car
Become
A
Shapeless
Mound.
Driving
Was
Olympic
Stuff,
And
Finally,
I Had
Enough.
I’m
Way
Out
Here
In
LaLa
Land,
Where
If
I See
A
Drift,
It’s
Sand.

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Drought

1/26/2021

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*Pikist*

Snow
Clouds
Sink
Like
Frothy
Suds
Down
The
Mountain
Drain,
Leaving
Behind
No
Rain.
Desert
Dust
Accumulates
On
Dinner
Plates,
And
Every
Horizontal
Relates
Efforts
To
Sweep,
But
It
Still
Grows
Deep.
It’s
Such
A
Bore,
I Just
Ignore
It
All
Until
I Break,
And
Give
The
House
A
Through
Shake.

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Morning

1/24/2021

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*Art Spectrum* Sunrise

The
Rising
Sun
Slants
Rays
Of
Rusty
Pink
Into
The
Inky,
Sluggish
Day,
Brushing
Lingering
Sleep
Away.
Traffic
Rises
To
Pierce
The
Remnants
Of
The
Night
With
Blazing,
Ice
Cold,
Head
Lights.

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10 PM

1/22/2021

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*kissdogs.net*

Two
Black
Dogs
At
The
Gate
Merge
And
Separate
Into
The
Murk,
Off
To
Do
Their
Doggy
Work.
So
Dark
Is
The
Night,
Even
Their
Eyes
Catch
No
Light,
Then
They
Return
Again,
Blackly
Bright.

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Joebiden

1/20/2021

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Hooray!
It’s
Inauguration
Day.
Having
Been
Given
The
Popular
Dump,
We’re
Finally
Rid
Of
Ex-
President
Trump.
He
Lied
And
He
Cheated,
But
Was
Soundly
Defeated.
And
Where
Will
He
Land,
The
Despicable
Leech?
The
Crook
Isn’t
Wanted
In
West
Palm
Beach.

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Opinion

1/16/2021

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*Sally Rosenbaum* Woman Writing

What
Is
Writing
But
A
Word
Game
We
Play,
Stretching
To
Reach
What
We
Need
To
Say?
It
All
Emerges
From
Somewhere
Deep,
In
Sleeping
Memories
Stored
Away,
Or
Flat
Invented,
Every
Day.
Will
The
Hero
Triumph?
Is
Milady
Willing?
It’s
All
Quite
Thrilling.
No
Matter
How
The
Story
Comes
Out,
Isn’t
That
What
We’re
About?

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Pelt

1/14/2021

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Skunks,
Like
The
Mink,
Stink.
One
Is
Vicious
And
Apt
To
Bite,
One
Is
Known
By
A
Stripe
Of
White.
These
Days,
Wearing
Fur
Will
Earn
You
A
Nasty
Slur.
When
Running
Wild
In
Canada,
I Wore
A
Lucious
Coat,
The
Icy
Cold
A
Daily
Habit,
And
Even
Socially
Worse,
It
Was
Rabbit.

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Reverie

1/12/2021

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*Daydreaming* Connie Fried

Let’s
You
And
I Pretend
That
Loveliness
Never
Ends,
Not
Youth
Or
Darling
Friends,
That
What
We
Lost
Or
Tossed
Away
Will
Charm
The
Present
Day,
And
Once
More
Lead
Us
Out
To
Play.
Keys
To
Nowhere,
Misty
Faces,
Distant
Places,
Lovers
Gone,
But
We
Go
On,
Able
To
Recall
When
We
Had
It
All.

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Ms. Fixit

1/10/2021

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Some
Think
The
Gift
Of
God
Is
Glue,
Useful
To
Mend
And
Bind
Things
You
Find
Have
Broken
In
Two.
I Do
Like
Glue,
But
Am
Fonder
Of
Tape,
As
A
Way
To
Escape
Torn
Edges
With
Scarcely
A
Trace
Of
My
Careless
Tatters,
In
A
Race
To
Preserve
Precious
Paper
That
Matters.

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