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Enveloped by yellow warmthnourished by JW Blueand pulled pork tacosfriends reappear andnew comrades emerge.Outside the blinking neon says“No Blinkies”© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 100/365.
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If Butterflies like butterand Horseflies like horsesthen the Deer flies biting meare misnamed.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 99/365.
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Tomorrow dreams of yesterday.Yesterday plans for tomorrow.Today is stuck in the middle with you.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 98/365.
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Jumping to his own conclusions,the anarchist, based on bitsof misinformation vigorouslyand dramatically disturbs the peacefor the rest of us fascists.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 97/365.
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Soft flickering fluttering cloudsof small purple mothsmigrate and settlelike a blanket over the garden pond.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 96/365.
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Poetry stops at the poetry spot,Whitman spilling tales of myth and romance.Pages scattered across the cosmos.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 95/365.
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red sky at morningsunrise over mountain peakanother cycle© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 94/365.
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As I observe thefertility dance of the cottontails,I realize that easter bunnywas the hardest imaginary figureto outgrow.God was gone in a flash,rigid priests and cruel nunscemented that one.Santa took a bit longer,until it sank in that hewas as judgmental as godwith his naughty and nice lists.Tooth fairy was just a merchant,and I had him figured…
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There is no calendar alerta minute, a day,an hour beforethe reaper arrives.So, live life now,tell them you love them now,do what your heart desires now,because he never calls aheadto make a reservation.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 93/365.
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your heartradiates loveglowing like moonbeamsand my heart flutters.my heartflutters in responselike wings of a butterflydancing on the wind.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge day 91/365.
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