ok this was too difficult and i was playing games here, the answer was hidden in the butterfly ball and a little spider was asking the whereabouts of his mother. if he was to listen carefully he would hear the music of the ball and find her spinning, as it happened she found him and there they all... 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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