Last night was my last meeting with my poetry group, Thicket Press. I've been meeting with them every two weeks for about seven years. If it wasn't for them I would probably have far fewer poems to show for myself. Ah, crikey. These goodbyes are wearing on me, so I'll just toss my California poem down here and call it a night. The Thicketeers (see a few of them below) helped me with this one, too:
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