tinyA Poem by Cherrie L Bill• …… 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 L BillAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on October 31, 2020 Last Updated on November 29, 2020 AuthorCherrie L BillLA aka lower alabama, ALAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. My goodness is I am going back too country living, I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. Plus my new love has given me a new lease on life. I als.. more.. |

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