The roses bloom well this year. So I cut the golden bounty and bring it to my mantlepiece, beside the photos there. A glorious burst of scent and memories. I arranged them in a bowl Just as mother had, so long ago. I touched each thorn gently For they promised pain amidst the beauty. Then memories came. I beheld the bowl on the mantle, by the wall And wept as yellow petals fall Like happier days long past. Yes roses weep I see their tears When yellow petals fall.
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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Regis
I must welcome you to Our Den
For I am hoping on continuosly reading
your extraodirnary work
Love & peace be with you
William
(((HUGS))) and much love, your new friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Roses, my favortes flower, hold so much more meaning with your words.
Thank you--RaeLynn