Of Cliques and Sandboxes (Social Media Bullshit)

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“It’s just social media, not real life after all!” Gun Roswell

The social media
With it’s exclusive cliques
Reminder of a passed era
Playing in a sandbox
When one was six

Call it fandom
Call it friendship
The last ship
You ever expected
To be on

Hook, line and sinker
They reeled you in
Ready to give up your thinker
For world of cyber within

Playing by the rules
Set only by a few
If you won’t comply
Then out you will fly

Highly addicted
Utterly conflicted
Still trying hard
To get disconnected

No one seen
In the darkened room
The only light
From the screen
Sitting quietly
Wondering
If there is
Life beyond
The cyber dome

 Ice Defrosted?

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“It’s spring according to the calendar, but there’s ice on the road?” Gun Roswell

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The signs of spring are finally returning

As the rays of sun in the early morning

Ignite the icy roads into slow thawing

Blue vs Green

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“Or is there a vs there, with the colours I mean?” Gun Roswell

Deepest of blue and luscious green
These are the colours of spring
Can you hear bell the ding?
It’s time for a singalong!
Well, let’s wait until Spring has come so long

The Beloved

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“The sign says it all, taken off the wall” Gun Roswell

Mismatching socks and messy hair
Carefully watching, trying not to stare
Sitting in your favourite chair
Chewing on your meal without a care
My eyes fixed, I still feel the flare
Whom better with my life to share

Going on a walkabout

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“Walking is good for us all.” Gun Roswell

Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Never a moment too bad for a stroll
Do not the weather use
As a poor, poor excuse
Unpack your wellingtons
Unhide your dancing shoes
Into to the wide world venture
Whether walking, running or dancing
Might even do a little prancing
Your life soon a great adventure

Can I cook or can’t I?

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“Mommy Nature, truly can cook, and by that, I mean draw, with whatever down falls.” Gun Roswell

Mother Nature’s work of art
Colourful, simple and smart
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Following the ancient protocol

The planetary object

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“It’s hanging up there, all shiny and bright, even at night in the summer times, just because” Gun Roswell

An imaginary object
Appeared to the skies
It was as high
As the crow flies
It was shining so brightly
There was no where to hide
All eyes open and wide
Staring, wondering
Some of us pondering
Was this the start of spring

One more day with snow?

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“Sometimes, it really snows too much!” Gun Roswell

A few dark strings
In the white wind swing
A reminder
Of the nearing spring

Are these really the last days of snow?

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“Sometimes, spring cannot come soon enough, the sun is out, and then, it snows again!” Gun Roswell

Lurking, hiding
Trying to fit in
The little lamp post
Who almost

It’s the colour of yellow

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“Something so bright it is, the yellow colour that is.” Gun Roswell

“Take a little one step, two step, three step
Then a little spin like this”

The spring is almost here
Snow all but disappeared
Dots of yellow sprinkled around
Soon enough, multiple other colours
Will fill the ground