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I entered the Literary Competition.
Winners will be notified Dec 22 ish
We shall see who wins the cash prize.... Muhuwahahahaha

Poem on Early November

While hiking the hill, the horizon swells...
It deepens and widens as the tread before me shrinks,
The ground falls behind like the past.

Mountains of color encircle the edge of the sky
Trees reach shades of dying embers into the ice blue clouds,
Walking idly into autumn's allure, the hill fades from my shadow.

11 pm poem

With the taste of wine freshly on my lips,
I pop a pretzel in,
And chew it into bits.