New Year's morning—
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.
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Blossoms at night, like people moved by music Nice poem..... Thanks for sharing++++++++++++++
Gentle Poet? O- k- a- y.... this was very interesting especially frying pond snails in the frying pan but he failed to add the seasonings...
nothing changes one year to next. except we get older and bolder?
In a woman's chamber! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
'Don't worry, spiders, I keep house casually.' so many nice stanzas in this, sometimes I brush spiders aside, let them run free, but too much webbing me and vacuum cleaning tends to leave no trace of disappearing spiders