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About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
2 comments:
Thanks for the lifeline. Having a bit of a problem keeping things positive on the blog during this crazy freeping poll. you nailed DK's chance of being President with this pig
probably freeped to keep Gore from winning
Phil
baby is such a treasure, I helped myself to some birthday cake
our little guy is doing great too
♥!!!
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