Not a day at all for proper expectations;
well at least not ‘proper’ according to convention.
Every letter I wrote rambled off into poetry,
Each poem started out ‘light and fluffy’
but managed to end with a millstone, a neck and an ocean…………….
Yet a manic creative ‘thing’ persisted.
I assumed I’d have a piece and a place to put it…………but the place finally outdid the piece. xx enjoy
This is one of my favorites. I really LOVE it.
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Thank you xx
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