Rain is falling on
A forgotten plastic egg
Blending with my breath
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The truth is in the context. My context involves packing lunches, pushing vegetables, making beds, washing clothes, lots of singing and dancing, and pretending to hunt Bison. This blog is where I report my truth ... often in verse, seldom in rhyme, and never meant to be vocalized.
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- Facebook and Remembering
- From Here to There
- The Moment
- America
- Waiting For What
- Another Blip
- A Dirty Tree
- In our backyard
- Why it's important to monitor television consumption
- I could do without baobob trees
- Why I've given up on travel
- Communication
- Tree Climbers
- a singer of songs
- Summer Necessities
- My Own Two Minutes
- Electric Spring
- Gardening at Easter
- Just A Second
- If you become a crocus in a hidden garden ...
- Three's A Crowd
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