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a cup of coffee, a cosy
old sofa and a little rain
drizzling outside. what
else do you need?
oh right, probably this
little compilation of
imagination.
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POETRY DUMP
zahi (2020-21)
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"Mom! Come back home soon. Pa had a surprise for you."
The woman chuckled at the sound of the little girls anticipant voice.
"Soon honey. Bye bye. Love you and pa."
Holly sighed, impatiently honking her own horn as she looked at slowly moving vehicles and then watched the traffic lights change from green to red.
Humming a little, she began to type a little something up on a new app she had installed on her phone called Wattpad.
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T R A F F I C
"Red," says the circle. "Red," says the blinking lights. A horn or two, perhaps a tad impatiently, A hoot and a call from the young boys.
"Yellow," says the circle. "Yellow," says the blinking lights. Bright is the time for rest. Dull is the end of it.
"Green," says the circle. "Green," says the blinking lights. The swish swish of tyres start. It's time for moving on.
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She was alerted by the furious whistle of a policemen, causing her to hastily tuck her phone back into her coat pocket and throwing a sheepish smile at the frustrated man, drive back home.
Back to her little girl.
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