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It’s the middle of autumn, and the weather is definitely changing. The leaves have mostly fallen from the trees, and it’s been cold and raining for the past few days where I live. I thought I’d write something about this change of seasons—but in a slightly unexpected way.
This poem starts out as a simple bike ride through the park, but things take a strange turn once the weather begins to shift. Here is…
Dark Park
I went for a ride
The rain pounded down
I shivered and shook
I tried to escape,
I jumped off my bike
It’s really a puzzle
I’ve taken a breath,
I might sound insane,
— Kenn Nesbitt
By Kenn Nesbitt4
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It’s the middle of autumn, and the weather is definitely changing. The leaves have mostly fallen from the trees, and it’s been cold and raining for the past few days where I live. I thought I’d write something about this change of seasons—but in a slightly unexpected way.
This poem starts out as a simple bike ride through the park, but things take a strange turn once the weather begins to shift. Here is…
Dark Park
I went for a ride
The rain pounded down
I shivered and shook
I tried to escape,
I jumped off my bike
It’s really a puzzle
I’ve taken a breath,
I might sound insane,
— Kenn Nesbitt

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