She had large eyes. An infectious voice. A joie de vivre. She spoke of poetry. She buzzed like a bee. Finally she flew away like the wind.
Monday, November 28, 2022
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My favorite sage once told me "better look out" else you won't "see" :-) Caveat: Wannabe poet, so a lot of these posts are just poetic license.
She had large eyes. An infectious voice. A joie de vivre. She spoke of poetry. She buzzed like a bee. Finally she flew away like the wind.
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