stop stop and not plop you are still at the top where the bees are a buzzing and clearing the shop the rain is a pain and youre calling again dont take out the washing, you think we´re in spain. well done my little lovely you pat me on the head and the puppy dog tinsy wrapped up in her bed the cat... Sign in to see full entry.
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Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.
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