Peachy Keen

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Peachy keen, I am,
revved by the promise of Spring –
invigorated.

(For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

4 thoughts on “Peachy Keen”

Cee Neuner says:

February 28, 2019 at 11:51 am

Oh how beautiful 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  February 28, 2019 at 12:00 pm
  
  Thanks Cee!
  
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sgeoil says:

February 27, 2019 at 7:58 pm

I’m peachy keen too! A very hopeful Haiku!

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michnavs says:

February 27, 2019 at 7:25 pm

Beautiful Haiku VJ..as beautiful as the flower..

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