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Good Morning

Good morning my love, said the sun to the moon; She crescently smiled, said I'll be 'round soon; Catch me if you can for a kiss, said...

 
 
 
What the injured moth don't know

What the injured moth don't know, As I pluck him from the ground; Is whether I am friend or foe, As I move him safe and sound; But what...

 
 
 
Row of Cedars

Row of cedars along an old and rocky drive, Beneath clouds from which rain trickles; the peace for which we strive #poetry #micropoetry...

 
 
 

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