Summer Susans

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August eyes are brown
winking in yellow bonnets –
flirtatious Susans.

For Cee’s Flower of the Day

8 thoughts on “Summer Susans”

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Keith says:

August 23, 2019 at 1:30 pm

VJ, great pic, alliterative title and nice poem. Those “flirtatious Susans.” Love it, Keith

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 23, 2019 at 2:32 pm
  
  Thanks Keith!
  
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sgeoil says:

August 23, 2019 at 10:13 am

Love. I can hear myself reciting this to my Susan’s in the garden.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 23, 2019 at 10:13 am
  
  Thanks Heather.
  
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  1. sgeoil says:
    
    August 23, 2019 at 10:15 am
    
    A pleasure.
    
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awisewomansjourney says:

August 23, 2019 at 6:50 am

Your poem is a perfect description! So lovely V.J.! ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 23, 2019 at 10:12 am
  
  Thank you, Deborah.
  
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