Sinkholes eat people for lunch.
Tornadoes swirl in February.
My husband went for ice cream,
and I haven’t seen him
in ten years.
My neighbor pounds
“The World Is Ending”
sign into my front lawn.
These are odd times.
I’d better cancel
my dentist appointment
until my husband
brings back the car.
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