Woody

 Woody


A day clear, calm, and light, quite spicy bright,

A treasure of pleasure took flight.

Our luck was to glimpse a wet duck fresh from the rinse.

He emerged from the verge of the wood.

A dream to the eyes, of seven colors comprised,

A wood duck, a visual prize.


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  1. Thom you are the poet extroidanair
    Xoxoxo
    Jeannie

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