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All poems and pictures © 2016-2025 Ruth M. Hamlow
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
Riddles
Summer offers
her last riddles
her green code
the treasure map
of flower
and fruit
bud
and berry
Riddle me this
Where will
warm winds sleep
when winter comes
and blows
August's answers
away?
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