When the Dogs Bite
poems by Rachel Green
Saturday 1 September 2018
1st September 2018
weak sunshine
the dog frolics in fallen leaves
autumnal nips
© Rachel Green 2018
all my books
boxed up
in the loft
Out of sight, out of mind.
If I haven't looked at them in a year
I'll get rid at last.
Online life.
© Rachel Green 2018
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