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someone follows me every step I ever take who is my shadow?
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salted for winter: when freezers were invented we became sweeter
Button missing. Where did I lose it? Washing machine rattles.
biking in woods leaves a visible track for the ants to follow
Radio plays were magic to the listeners. Who wants a TV?
self-portrait: painted when the face was young now only wrinkles
big curtains on theatre scenes are red – why not blue?
scent of roses entices insects to come and me to plant more
some rivers have numerous bridges – others none
the naked ape needs warm fur for winter – borrows from the sheep
Peppers come in all colours and strengths. All burn my tongue.
For my garden I need a donkey, not a horse to eat the weeds
milliners in Paris dictate fashion every year except for hatless me
Sofa or chesterfield? Good for everybody. Best for lazybones.
dark nights are scary – somebody behind the tree… ready to attack?
