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frankhubeny.blog | ||
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sweeterthannothing.wordpress.com
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| | | | | For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a brass key fallen among the leaves in a jungle. You can see a pine cone and needles around it too. ***** Sarah stomped through the autumnal woods, frowning at the grunge of rotten leaves sticking to her boots, then she saw it, gleaming in the detritus... | |
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jjjinteractivebooks.com
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| | | | | Lostin verdant green;The urge to rollin ground cover beds;To settle gentlyin an earthy embrace;Inhale intoxicating scentsthat draw eyelids heavy;Feel the whispering breezelull to sleep;Wake to sunbeamspiercing tree branches;Outshined onlyby contented smile. dVerse Quadrille #201: Poems ofPlace hosted by De Jackson. | |
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wordsandcoffeewriting.com
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| | | | | in the shadow of our backyard, family surgedin the shadow of trees, a picnic emergedin the shadow of the playset, children snickeredin the shadow of late afternoon, the daylight glittered in the shadow of the unknown, we exchange glancesin the shadow of smoke, fire dancesin the shadow of fear, hope still catches I wrote this... | |
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thebeginningatlast9.com
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| | | https://thebeginningatlast9.com/2024/05/02/no-theme-thursday-05-02-24/ I heed the call of battle song I journey through this valley long For fighting I was born and bred A sharpened blade to sever heads Amidst the grime, amidst the gore I find my peace when I'm at war | ||
