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As The Sun Goes Down

A cool breeze blows.

By Darla M SeelyPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read

As the sun goes down,

A cool breeze begins to blow.

I hear crickets chirp.

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Darla M Seely

I am 59 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, forgiveness, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family,

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    Written by Darla M Seely