The fly is now a frog it seems and sending messages to her dreams they speak of warmth and love and care but when she wakes he is not there Of course not she cried and shrugged and again saw her world full of bugs the frog who was sitting by a wishing well was concocting a game and a wandering spell... Sign in to see full entry.
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Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.
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