To be invited for dinner.
We are the first to arrive.
Over for a meal of curried sausages.
Jolly conversations
uniting family memories.
Now they all want a dog
escaping to the garage to wee.
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I started on the 1st of January to write a daily poem. Restricted by the first letters -they form the date. I try to update on a daily bases, if I can't go online I post asap afterwards.
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