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8 lines, 8 syllables, 8 prompt words----summer's end----for StormyLady's contest. |
Summer Slumber I have a slumber of stories coursing like a mud brown river down the burnt red ends of summer; miner's gold awaiting dredging. But the Perseids are tumbling with a chilly, yellow twinkle and I must heed their starry call. My sleeping tales will hold, till fall. Written for: "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" |