Simple phraseswords like scented blossomscapture my imaginationcarry me How is it,dear poet,that you sense my needswrite my revival (Image my own)
Mom said sh’e leaving Dadcan’t take it anymorewe move. Relocate. Reset. Bullying at school out of controlcan’t take it anymorewe move. Relocate. Reset. Truancy a problemthen the rapeschool says I have to go. Relocate. Reset. Sister move back homeone unhinged, the other batteredMoms says it’d be better if I leave. Relocate. Reset. Shuffle boxes from […]
I am orangein a monotone clime radiant againsta melancholic backdrop a poem withina droning monologue. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Art my own.)
Oh, they are so precious!
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They really are. Thanks.
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So precious VJ!
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Thanks!
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With those two little tow-headed cutie pies, it’s no wonder the sun is shining!
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They definitely keep things light. Thanks Liz.
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🙂
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That is so true … the sun does always sign. 😀
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Adorable! 😀 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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You’re welcome! ❤
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Smiles all around.
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Best kind!
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Little rays of heart sunshine!
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That’s absolutely what they are!
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🙂
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