Still doing dialogue poems for the rest of this month, so not all will stand alone. However, since I started the conversation, the first one pretty much makes sense on its own.
Nov. 16
Ah, November, orange blossoms on trees
Herald a bounty, unless they freeze
They are lovely to look at and even to smell
Alas, they burn my nose and make my eyes swell
So today was far from a fun day
Even for a launch day Monday
…But my little boy just turned one
I think I have the cutest son!
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