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| | | | | Cross my heart. and hope to die.Stick a needle in my eye.Even if I don't know why,I promise you... By Sarah ©2024 Ronovan Writes:Ovi Poetry Challenge, #48 - promise | |
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| | | | | ©Melanie Trethowan, melsonebigadventure.wordpress.com and life....onebigadventure, 2016. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog's author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Melanie Trethowan and melsonebigadventure.wordpress.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content. | |
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| | | | | It was a weed and there it grew up from a seed from where who knew but its beauty was clear to me when bees seemed pleased (C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020 Originally published advertising free at "If You Haven't Got A Sonnet" | |
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| | | ©TheModernMet/Pinterest I was absolutely blown away by these few simple verses that so powerfully speak to the effects of having lived thoroughly. Thank you for taking my breath away, Carolyn! Haiga #97 | ||
