wish I still had
my green days’ beauty
to butter on
your morning toasts.
But no luck honey,
my early glory
is long gone and done,
haunting me like a ghost!
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wish I still had
my green days’ beauty
to butter on
your morning toasts.
But no luck honey,
my early glory
is long gone and done,
haunting me like a ghost!
If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Cyranny's Cove 
hosta la vista!
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Hosta history….
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dont forget to describe the photos? 😀 xxxx
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Put aside
Sweet modesty
And please forgive
The same in me
Put to sleep
Your silly fears
Of fading youth
And passing years
For we are what
We’ve always been
Your beauty
As I’ve always seen
May I spread honey
On your bread?
May I Prepare
Breakfast in bed?
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😉 Sweet one… I really like it! I wanted to reply with a sequel, but I really suck at poeting (lol) at work, and I only finish my shift in about four hours….
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Love this C. You are unique in your use of words.
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Thank you, dear Bag Lady 🙂 To be honest, I couldn’t explain where this came from… A little too much summer heat for my poor silly brains 😛 I am glad you enjoyed it 🙂 🙂 🙂 Muuuah!
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