Drifting through the piney wood
Down a slope where the water sometimes runs
Into the Flint in a mile or so
The cacophony of native bee
Carolina Jessamine draped
up trunks and across boughs
Bugles of yellow
Poisonous to the transplant
Good news and bumble spared.
Zephyr
Zephyr is a soft, peaceful breeze. And I thought it had to be an imaginary animal. For many of you, we will not meet again until the next A...
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This big brute of a biker walks into a bar. To let everyone know he has come to create a little trouble and to stay out of his way. He walk... -
I’ve been to the bridge where the water overflowed. The road with swirling eddies and an ice cold grip Steadying my step the river ca... -
I got these little scutters before my sister passed. I thought they would cheer everyone up in the house. Who knew the person I really got ...
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