Brown Eyes

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There’s a fly in my eye….

(For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

13 thoughts on “Brown Eyes”

pvcann says:

March 9, 2019 at 6:50 am

cleve, made me think of that song “don’t it make my brown eyes blue”

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 9, 2019 at 10:14 am
  
  Yes…now I’ll be singing it all day…thanks, lol
  
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  1. pvcann says:
    
    March 9, 2019 at 5:49 pm
    
    Lol
    
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oneletterup says:

March 8, 2019 at 9:31 am

Cute catch! 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 8, 2019 at 11:25 am
  
  Thanks.
  
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Prior... says:

March 7, 2019 at 10:24 pm

Both the tile and the line about the fly were clever – hah

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 7, 2019 at 11:39 pm
  
  Thanks Paul. Glad you appreciated it.
  
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iScriblr says:

March 7, 2019 at 5:52 pm

Beautiful!❤️

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 7, 2019 at 8:10 pm
  
  Thanks
  
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Hélène - Willow Poetry says:

March 7, 2019 at 5:37 pm

oh yes, I see it…lovely photo and caption V.J.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 7, 2019 at 8:10 pm
  
  Thanks!
  
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oneta hayes says:

March 7, 2019 at 5:36 pm

Clever caption. 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 7, 2019 at 8:09 pm
  
  Thank you.
  
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