Untitled Haiku - word prompts - October 25, 2021

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Ronovan Writes Weekly Challenge # 381 

word prompts: gnome and pots

Quickly: Oct. 25, 21: Sleepy Monday

word prompt: cozy


the funny clay pot

sitting in the rosemary

a cozy gnome bed

 

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