Fish and Blueberry Pie Sunday for Daily Photo (Two)

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Fish and Blueberry Pie Sunday for Daily Photo

"Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes"
Joseph Roux

Blueberry Pie

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If you ask me no questions,
I will tell you no lies!

(How many pieces
Of this delicious pie
Did I really eat?
Just read my tweet
And possibly
You’ll be the wiser
Or just follow my philosophy
And eat the pie as an appetizer
Then it won’t count
And your calories will mount
To a lesser number!)

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Fish and Blueberry Pie Sunday for Daily Photo (One)

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Fish and Blueberry Pie Sunday for Daily Photo

"Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes"
Joseph Roux

Fish

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All this for a feast
To say the least!
So much to eat
Some salty, some sweet
To top it all
Fish served in a bowl
Before you know it
You’re off your feet
Lying on the couch
With a tummy ouch
But a fair price to pay
For such a great meal
On this lovely Sunday!

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September Pink for Daily Photo

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"By all these lovely tokens September days are here,
With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer."
Helen Hunt Jackson

September Pink for Daily Photo

A sunny reminder
Of the days of summer
But then we found out
It was actually September
Oh, what a bummer!

Oh well, any ways,
As long as there is no snow
And the winds won’t blow
We won’t have a cow!

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August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo (Fourteen)

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August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo

"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it."
~Russel Baker

Funky Mushrooms

Feel like going on a trip
A really psychedelic like trip?
You do not need a ship
Just take a bite and do a flip

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August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo (Thirteen)

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August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo

"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it."
~Russel Baker

Ride a Bike

Riding the biggest motorbike
Just for the sake of a psyke!
Or maybe, just because I like
Riding my big big bike
😉

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August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo (Twelve)

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August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo

"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it."
~Russel Baker

 Up the Apple Tree

Up, up the old apple tree
Trying to catch many apples for free
Just hoping the neighbours won’t see
Otherwise they could charge me a fee!

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August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo (Eleven)

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August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo

"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it."
~Russel Baker

Mayweed

Growing like weed
No need to seed
Or even them feed
But then again,
They are called “mayweed”
😉

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Puddle Jumping for Daily Photo

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“Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, 
and you're just a reflection of him?” ― Bill Watterson

Puddle Jumping for Daily Photo

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Overflowing with water
Are the puddles after rain
Leaving many and big a stain
Where ever the water for a while remains

Jumping, jumping, jumping out of joy
Like a kid again, shouting loudly”Ahoy!”
Splashing water all around
Everywhere , all over the ground

September may be the month of rain
Causing the summer lovers a lot of pain
But, luckily, the season of sun will come again
So keeping on puddle jumping until then 😉

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August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo (Ten)

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August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo

“August, the summer’s last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor” Henry Rollins

Rosehip

Lush and pink
Totally in sync
The little rose
In a pose
Hidden
In the green leaves
In August’s eve

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August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo (Nine)

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August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo

“August, the summer’s last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor” Henry Rollins

Voice

“Can you hear my voice?”
It asked

“Listen to my voice”
It continued

“Walk towards my voice”
It beckoned

Finally, standing there in front of the wall, with a can of spray in my hand, I had made my statement

“I hear a voice”

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