Train—
Horns blaring.
Brakes screeching.
Last Stop!
The Last Stop?
A restaurant.
Gotcha!

The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
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What a perfect septolet Dawn. It’s an an aptly described poem for N.Y. 🗽🗽🗽
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It sure is. That’s NYC for ya —always a surprise around its many corners. Empire State of mind 😊💗😊
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There you go. I couldn’t see the city any other way! Woooohooooo!!! 🏬🗽🏩
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😊💗😊
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So good and fitting Dawn
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Thanks dear Sadje!!!!!
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My pleasure, always
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💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
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Lovely lines, thanks.
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Thanks much 😊🙏🏽😊
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Nice post ✉️
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Thanks much 😊🙏🏽😊
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Love the graphic
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Yeah. It’s painted on one of the walls in the restaurant.
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