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by - Mr. Darcy
nudging mum for a
crafty suckle, her eldest...
by Satish Verma
in the wounds...
I got me a lemon tree down my drive
Right at my front door...
The reflection was never
by BOB GALLO
My eyes long to thrust this refulgent sight,
this adsorbent scene...
by the color green
sing with me, sweet wind, and put my
worried thoughts to rest...
"Snow should be treated like wild beasts at the Zoo, observed from behind a pane of glass and never disturbed"
Embracing radiating heat via softened pale sand, blossoming relationships and vividly colored flowerings surround the mere thought of summertime. And in the distance, one may see, the warm merciful sentiments, for all to be.
' when i new day begins give thanks, smile gratefully, take advantage as if it's your last day'.