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A Picnic.
Ants at a picnic
walking on the food,
didn’t ask first–
very, very rude.
Wolves in the wilderness
howling at the moon,
I’m trying to sleep–
it’s a racket, not a tune.
Icy white snow
falling all night,
no school tomorrow–
well that’s all right.
2001 © A F Harrold
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