There were feathers
Striped down backs
They caught my eyes
A matter of fact
I walked to see them
Through the fence
And remember then
To thank giveness
Our lives are filled
With so much love
Who I don't want
To lose sight of
So with those feathers
That caught my eye
I just let out
A grateful sigh
loved it !
loved it !
ron parrish
:)
Thank you!
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Ah the magic number 222
I had just called you to tell you that I'm still alive & reading your post on postpoems
©bishu
Awesome! 222... Thanks bishu,
Awesome! 222... Thanks bishu, glad you are still with us!! :)
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To Give
versus receive - giveness is perfect. Nature's offering. - allets -
:)
Thanks, A! Seems the way...
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