I took a stick
and wrote a story
upon a softly rolling creek
Then laughed and laughed and laughed
like a woodpecker in love
It was a comedy
Lessons on Leaf Lorn Logs
There were lessons left on leaf-lorn logs in lost languages but leaning between the lines he believed the Beloved had begun a better and nec...
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The snow covering and ice sprinkling gave the illusion of a new world fresh, undisturbed, untouched and unpolluted. This was only an illusio... -
Winter is stepping nearer colder days and bleaker and dear Autumn is wearing thin we feel tired and weaker but less of day means more of nig... -
Light won't always give way to dark even though night may come Say it again Light won't always give way to dark even though night ma...
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