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Peeking through woodpecker’s work

In your seasoned fencing,

The hiss of pasta swelling

Is meandering about.

A batch of toffee brownies bake

For toddlers mesmerized

By Linus’s Great Pumpkin Patch.

Clyde, the Rhodesian, dismisses

An especial whimper of repose

While spooning his portly master

On this refrigerated October afternoon.

The gardener is pruning the shadow

Of a Colorado Blue Spruce

And is usurping its toppled bark

With a silver handled spatula.

With lemonade and a brownie

Cooling for him in the kitchen,

He swabs the last morsel

Of froth from the hedge

That watches over their home.

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