Life, poetryI walk away it’s what I do. I take my mop, my dreams, and I turn away. Sometime between somewhere amongst the trees I lost my way. Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
thank you Penny…;-) and I hope you are enjoying your island in the sun…we’re more of an island in the snow. Of which I have to go out and shovel more of today. Irish would be more useful if she shoveled…she LOVES it out there….brrrrr LikeLike Reply
Looks like we’ll be sharing that snow with you this winter… we won’t be heading south this year so have to get out and Teflon that shovel. LikeLike Reply
You go, Girl… this is wonderful! Proud, proud, proud of you am I.
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thank you Penny…;-) and I hope you are enjoying your island in the sun…we’re more of an island in the snow. Of which I have to go out and shovel more of today. Irish would be more useful if she shoveled…she LOVES it out there….brrrrr
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Looks like we’ll be sharing that snow with you this winter… we won’t be heading south this year so have to get out and Teflon that shovel.
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Short but very emotive.
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thank you
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