jan oskar hansen
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The transitory Saw and touched her yesterday Now I need a spade.
White house and roses Soft carpet and hushed voices Tactful chimney smoke.
A dazzling woman Deserves a beautiful poem After she’s forty.
An ugly woman Deserves a dazzling poem Every morning.
We are yellow straws sigh in an Indian summer wait for cooling fall.
The electric fan scornfully circulate warm air throws it in my face.
Today’s oppressive heat will be a winter day’s dream of a summer past.
September breeze… warm has a thin layer of coldness in unseen vapour.
Grumpy old river the mountain cools the lake sending a chilly note.
Night rain fell
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