Poem: A fine day for writing

By:  James Aitchison

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The weather washes away yesterday’s
words. Exhausted leaves carpet the feet of
scholarly trees. Birds peck at grammar
on the roof. The drizzle embraces my
solitude. It is a very fine day for writing.

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