Two entwined souls, hearts full of love.
She has no eggs and he no seed,
they have such a gift of life.
They fill their home with adopted children,
and bestow them with the desire
to consume all challenges.
Blessings return upon them four-fold;
With grand children and great grand children.
Love unbound flows like a river of sweet cider.
A bountiful family tree from this fruitless
couple grows. Branches laden with flowers,
The quandary? Is this a real fruitless cider?
Perhaps the only essential...
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How unfettered we fly in dreams
o’er fields of corn and mustard greens.
With our hands upon a throttle
we peer thru pale blue bottles.
Filled with scents of chamomile and rye,
Powder-puff clouds fill the sky.
And when we land upon the ground
The dreams fade out all around.
We wake up confused in our bed
And wish for dreams to fill our head.
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Evening Sun Art Print Dipnall, M.
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Aroma of fresh cut wood permeates the house,
as my friend and now employee
installs a Red Oak floor.
Already my hall and study are done.
and his hand-crafted bookshelves
line the now mint green walls.
Screeching buzz of the circular saw,
sharp bangs of hammering,
and a phhit phhit of the nail gun
a distant echo as I drift off in a bit of diabetic snooze.
A waft of smoke tickles my nose
as the saw binds and screams;
I holler out “Hey, you’re not supposed
to be burning the floor, just...
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