The matter is, I wrote a poem but this "frontside" now troubles me
> Pot marigolds are strewn with snow Beside my frontside porch. When frozen clouds are running low, And sun is dimmed to muffled glow, Each orange floweret seems, you know, The summer’s steadfast torch.
(15 October 2018)
I took this picture on the street, and then wrote the poem
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