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Be Nice to Bill
by
Donal Mahoney

 
Before dawn
Bill stoops under
crimson leaves
of the low-hanging
Japanese Maple
and reaches for
the Sunday paper
tossed too far
by a boy on his bike.
A breeze informs
the branches Bill just
got up, no coffee yet.
Tap his head
and say Good Morning.
He’ll be back
in a couple of hours
to prune you.
Be nice to Bill.
--Submitted by Donal Mahoney on 2016-05-08.
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