From my.office,
From my chair,
Electric a must,
Surrounded,
Ensconced(pretty sure spellings off,)
Thingie of Superman in his big ice thingy,
Books to port,
Books at kiel,
Books to stern,
Books in my wake,
When I peer up,
At the tippy,tippy,top,
With Sheldon Cooper and my little eye,
I spy yellow,
Last night second night in row,
Temperature in Quasqueton,Iowa,reached fifty-five,
This morning I removed the fan,
Removed the clear duck tape that held in my fan,
Look toward next year and a real screen on window,
No longer fear of youngest kitten finding hole and leaping out,
So I guess with the closing of the outer storm window I near falls door,
Red leaves cover trees,
Refuse to close inside window until,
Just now those yellow leaves,
Releasing their grip,
Their summers gone,
It saddens me profoundly,
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