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Frabjous Times
cinquain
poetry
cinquain
poetry
A mid-September morning
cinquain
the sky
without a cloud,
the ocean holds its breath —
and far away, heard but unseen
a drone
Previous installments on this theme:
2002
,
2003
,
2004
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Last modified: Mon Sep 11 08:02:42 EDT 2006
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Previously published:
Sep 11 08:02 2005
Previously published:
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