Hello
Early this a.m. I read some pgs. in Ray Bradbury's "The Martian Chronicles." I like the author. He wrote "Fahrenheit 451" which I read recently.
After hanging clothes outdoors to dry I walked on a railroad bed. Behind a South Main St. bldg. is a barn which houses a horse & a field for exercise.
Yesterday afternoon I tried to write a poem with rhymes. This is what I penned.
"My geranium with white blossoms & scalloped leaves
is growing too big for its pot.
The houseplant with felted foliage is a hedge.
Motorists & passersby can't see me watching them."
Now I'm tired & will publish this post.
Bye
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