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Friday, September 17, 2010

little monkey and the rascal

little monkey and the rascal lay near the big gorilla knocking heads and giggles in between the jibba jabba sleepy little wonders behind thier sweet brown eyes pixie dust is sprinkled sweet dreams till morn's sunrise Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, September 16, 2010

old pot

black iron pot scorn from years of being used to feed generations burnt and blackened seasoned with meat that was new in 1952 older than grandma still not old enough to retire and still at the top of it's game cooks the same though soon forgotten thrown out or boxed in the attic labled old pots and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

things

rusted old stand flower pot drooped with green leaves stands alone next to a wooden footstool decrepit in nature wicker chair its friend sitting alone no words said just waiting to be sat upon inanimate objects have lives of thier own...a solitude life but they seem so alone Sign in to see full entry.

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foreva day

darkness has draped its canvas over the sky again controlling our views of the day how thoughtless he is to think that we all agree to be shut out from the sun's beauty the light of mid-day delights or high-noon's heat... the night merely a control freak putting off till tomorrow what we could... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Fall

fall season grows upon us overtaking warm summer's twilight heated breeze replaced by a brisk cool jolt of fresh air...colors of automn dress the trees and brush in thier brand new wardrobe of of burnt oranges and pale pinks blend together in delight P.A. systems heard on Friday nights from your... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, September 13, 2010

Joining Blogit has been thearaputic for me. Writing has been an outlet for me to express my feelings, something that I have never been very good at. With that being said, I think this is the proper time for me to move on, as I find writing has become rather difficult lately. I think I may come back... Sign in to see full entry.

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majestic garden

lattice work white with vines crocheted woven thru like green threads rose petals red pink and yellow an aroma enlightens my thoughts bamboo shoots up as a little bird bathes in the cool refreshing water just for her completely free elephant ears tulips daisies too with butterflies hovering and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Dancing Lily VII

Dancing Lily sways in the stream of water droplets glisten in the sun as your colors brighten your beauty still in bloom laughter fills the air as you make all who gaze upon you smile My Dansing Lily! Sign in to see full entry.

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Limerick...(Let me know if this is the right meter, rhyme scheme, etc...)

Brother, my friend, I've dreamt dreams of you tears, thoughts of joy, I've cried all night thru you'll always be here in my thoughts you're near without dreams what would I do? Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, September 12, 2010

mems

is it the first dance you remember maybe even your first kiss so special numbers run around my head of every wonderful moment that I've had that I wish I could relive so I choose to make more and more and more Sign in to see full entry.

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