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Aug 28

Haiku: Music In the Air

by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me

White boots, drums, trombones
Figures traced on football field
Practice for the fall

Grandson joined the band
Plays new sounds that stir old hearts
Some things never change

Grandchildren Haiku Joy

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