there is a rhyme and a reason to all things under the sun
I am the fruit of my father's loins grown with loving care of his hands fertilized in his heart by blood and sweat the tears were my mothers, watering I drank deep of all of these, blossoming
I am the fruit of my children's heart expanded by their dependence on me seasoned in nonjudgmental eyes washed by the unconditional love I drank deep of all of these, blossoming
I am the fruit of my grandchildren's wish's spoiled on the vine by words of," Grand said" bruised by hugs and sweet innocent kisss these are the children I had dreamt of I drank deep of all of these, and bloomed
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
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Great write.
Best regards,
Leland
The metaphoric value in this .....awes me. I love the way you sang this song! Penned with much heart and soul.
Thank you,
Emilie
Excellent.
PJ