Hollies of robins,
Fools for winter’s red berries,
Song drunks, wild for spring.
Fools for winter’s red berries,
Song drunks, wild for spring.
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- For You, Today
- If You Just Can't Get What You Want, Maybe You Sho...
- WHO SAID THAT?
- Grocery Store Olympics
- I've Been Waiting, Waiting for the Miracle to Come...
- A Giggle and a Peck: The Universe Loves a Laugh
- Feast
- The Universe Reiterates Its Point
- When We Always Want to Know Why Is This Happening-...
- Saturday's Sermon
- Star-Struck Destiny
- That Would Be Correct, M'am
- when we are lost and cannot find our way
- The Futility of Tap Dancing
- You're Never Too Old for the Dog to Eat Your Homework
- Ecological Footprints
- Perception Makes Reality?
- Instead of:
- Household Meditation
- Household Haiku Moment
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amen.
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