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and finally, a
good run. happy feet humming
along the sidewalk

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buttercup squash soup
biscuits shaped like maple leaves
fresh from the oven

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not-so-random thought:
wonder how one goes about
hiring an intern

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how you know it’s fall:
running in the dark again
sunset comes early

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I feel like Martha
Stewart: organization…
it’s (quite) a good thing.

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sultry air slithers
and the sky reluctantly
begins to spit rain

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the bus stops and out
spill a throng of old women
to do week’s shopping