Dang it! I was already fretting about the poem bear, Mrs. Jones, now look what you've done! What a heartbreaking story.
Is anyone going to have tea with me?
scarce in my youth had feet touched on earth,.
intent, so i was, to vanquish all that held me.
painfully fast to misery in flesh and a sorrow.
Dang it! I was already fretting about the poem bear, Mrs. Jones, now look what you've done! What a heartbreaking story.
Is anyone going to have tea with me?
scarce in my youth had feet touched on earth,.
intent, so i was, to vanquish all that held me.
painfully fast to misery in flesh and a sorrow.
Yes, dear me, I so agree... a lovely meet, I'll make some tea!
scarce in my youth had feet touched on earth,.
intent, so i was, to vanquish all that held me.
painfully fast to misery in flesh and a sorrow.
Ah, CoCo... my marks are nothing compared to yours. Thank you... and a very good night to you, too, Dear Sir.
scarce in my youth had feet touched on earth,.
intent, so i was, to vanquish all that held me.
painfully fast to misery in flesh and a sorrow.
Oh, CoCo... that causes to melt, it does. (What a haunting, heart rending tale has followed you these years, Dearest Doofdaddy! Just hearing your rendition of it... now I too lament for the moonbeam bear.)
scarce in my youth had feet touched on earth,.
intent, so i was, to vanquish all that held me.
painfully fast to misery in flesh and a sorrow.
Ha! "Miracles from Mars" indeed! You are quite the healer, Dearest CoCo. A beautiful and poignant piece, my Dear.
And Doofdaddy! How marvelous to see you!
Hugs to all,
Baba.
it's hard for my youngest son joshua to make and keep friends because his autism gets in the way.
there's this neighbor boy who lives across the way who's asked to be josh's friend.
it's been so cool.
dawn comes creeping upward, straddling with all her .
tendrils the dark mountain so terribly near my sweet .
but now quaking refuge of wood and stone and glass.. .
What a delightful prospect, Dear Om! I'll take you up on that one day... you just wait and see.
lol
Well, fooey, now that you edited and lost the little "brb", my "lol" is kinda lonely and confused.
dawn comes creeping upward, straddling with all her .
tendrils the dark mountain so terribly near my sweet .
but now quaking refuge of wood and stone and glass.. .
I don't know what to say... but there are tears in my eyes... it is lovely, Dear CoCo... and I loved each and every comment written, as well.