There can be no telling how many times I
swept that hallway without looking
And still the moon dropped dust
For us to step in
Ten times he strapped on his window
But still the air became lucid
And all the skinny ravens
Burnt their butts on the most splendid
Sunset of all
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Jason
& I also like seeing anothers blather-this is really wonderful
Reading your words here arn't silly to me, I see they could be a very wonderful & intiguing fantasy/fairytale story-It's Very Vivid
Peace, Love & Poetry
& Your Site Looks Wonderful All Dressed Up For Valentines
Vickie
Sometimes, that's the best best way.
Sometimes, some of our best work is born from
that method.
But as usual, you put together what will be
another classic.
Stephen Pollard
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Fee
Be always safe,
Karen
Newfie Hugs, Rose