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Dust

Last night an angel

came to haunt my dreams

On waking, I found two numbers

Written in the dust on my windowsill

I know that doesn’t say much

for my housekeeping

Anyway, numbers, 11 and 14

I made a note, hoping there would be more

Sure enough, by the end of the week

I had six numbers that I played on the lotto

Thank God for dreaming, I won something!

Try not to dust too often ladies

You never know when you might be visited…

©anitadawes 2020


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3 responses to “Dust… #Poetry”

  1. Ha! Wouldn’t that be wonderful? Thanks for the permission not to dust.

    1. I don’t dust, it’s a waste of time, for it comes back in no time…

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