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I wrote this short little silly poem in December….

(Of course, this clearly describes only a pleasant winter’s evening. If it was summertime, the absence of a prominent feature of the approach of evening–the mosquitoes–would have been an egregious error.)

A Florida Evening
Black and shiny crow,
Sitting on the fence,
Eyes bright and bold,
Looking at me.
Spanish moss barely waving,
In the zepher’s gentle breathing,
Soft sounds of subtle swishing,
This is a Florida evening.