Whence comes the wind? Did you blow it my way? It tastes of clover and honeysuckle and fresh mown hay And maple leaves crunching and marshmallows aflame And crisp apple bites and fireplace nights Whence comes the wind? Did you blow it my way? Thank you my friend Send more today by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.
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Little poems; how to lick a rainbow, the sky wept, sun peeking,lanterns. . . by Mamajoy. Can I write a poem a day? Hmmmm.
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