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Just do it, he says.
Introspection breeds disgust.
Just be it, I say.



The path up and down
bends and turns, deceptively
is one and the same.


Two small white dogs play,
growls, biting softly, wetly,
never missing youth.


Deborah P Kolodji

Home Sweet Americana

Warm pies
baked with apples,
the backyard baseball game—
a postcard from Mount Rushmore, stars
and stripes.

Deborah P Kolodji

(I'm a bit late discovering this challenge, but decided to post it anyway. If anyone is interested in exploring cinquains more fully, check out my yahoogroups discussion group, CinquainPoets.)

Kiril Kundurazieff

Great little poem Deborah!

I've bookmarked your site, and will check it out. :-)

Deanna wheeler

Your poems are inspiring to me

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