what if winter
smokes the sole grave
with nobody listening
I think it's dark
I think you have abundant
majesty to place
in park I know
your habitat and it is mine
some slow pores
invince and vines are treble
once we hear them
vines climb young
to wit our center
is emerging
watch
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Sheila - no. 92!!
Thanks for all of your posts :-)
Simon
Simon, thank YOU for sharing them and being gracious enough to host us here!
Thank you Sheila,
That is very kind.
Simon
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