oh what a fun night
and oh what a beautiful-
slumberous morning.
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Tickle your toes. . .
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driving home from the farmer's market- I can't see anything- through this storm- I come home to sleep- with you-rest in your arms fu... -
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hunger is sometimes preferable to loneliness. a stomach will twist- but hands become dirty and heavy when full of coins.
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there ain't no other place like you to roam. where I dug in my heels and said "No, I won't come home!" Dancing in the warb...
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Tickling toes- there was something about that barefooted madness something about that wistful waist-high wishing and wooshing in the woods, ...
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and now that the anger is gone there may be a few more glimpses like looking out of the window through a thin veil of silk. a look in...
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Life is moving too quickly for thesaurus thumbing and all of my great ideas are on torn loose leaf again, and all of my musings are now give...
Poets United Contributor
glad you are happy.
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ReplyDeleteI know that feeling - and you put it so tastefully.
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