Sunday 31st January
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Fascinated by simple things
When you have time to stare
Big, fat raindrops falling from trees
Making puddles everywhere
.
Radiating, rippling circles
Creating myriad patterns
Concentric, vanishing waves
At the edges, finally flattened
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All moving at differing speeds
Away from the centre of impact
A chaotic interference
Transfixed, the eyes attract
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I think, if you were there
You would be sploshing about
Trying your best to get me wet
Whilst laughing, there’s no doubt
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And I miss you so
Dearest Angel son
All that mischievousness
And uncomplicated fun
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xxxxx