A cobblestone street in
An Old Port
Town
A bar on that
Street.
Rosie’s. For beers, chili, cheesecake, and
Maybe,
Darts. Or just dessert. Cool.
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A Pacific Northwest Cape Cod
House. A New England
Classic
Among suburban ranchers.
No ocean beach, only
Roses and Rhododendrons.
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A topaz bracelet. All cognac in
Color, but for one blue gem.
Standing out from the
Crowd. Woods alongside a tiny
Lake. Not gaudy.
Simply stunning.
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Food of comfort
Pot roast.
Lasagna.
Lyonnaise Potatoes.
A cold winter evening. A good book.
Say,
A Tale of Two Cities.
Or one unwritten. A Tale of Two Portlands.
Write it yourself.
By candlelight.
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A little calico kitty, named,
Amelie.
Not a place, or a thing.
A lovely, loving
Creature.
Around her neck, a little red heart
Tag.
A little silver
Bell.
Chime – chime, when she enters a
Room
I’m here! I’m here!
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A slender mercury glass vase
Containing
A single red tulip.
A bowl of butterscotch pudding with
Real Whipped Cream.
A mostly blue sky, Wedgewood.
Containing
A few clouds, Cirrus, cumulus, cumulonimbus.
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Things to savor, places to love
Creatures to
Adore.
Rebellious Hazelnuts 