tinyA Poem by Cherrie Palmer• …… tiny swirling clouds …… are suddenly beginning to grow, filling quite quickly the valleys below; darkening gray skies can just barely stand, and the skies above look so vaguely like land. A mad dash to shelter will surely come too late, weatherman forgot to mention rain, it’s my fate. m y u m b r e l l a s too late © 2020 Cherrie PalmerAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on October 31, 2020 Last Updated on November 29, 2020 AuthorCherrie PalmerSpringfield , MOAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. After a lifetime of country living, I'm making a move back to town. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: .. more..Writing
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