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Aug 10 2008

Where does it go?

Tag:Tag Burgundy, Colors Of Life, Essence, Flutterfly, Fly, Map, Momma, Perils, Presence, Rain, Rainbow, Roller Coaster Ride, Silence, Soul Changes, Sun, Swimming, Veins — skyler @ 16:26

If you're new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!Where does it go? When it grows old Somewhere over the rainbow it waits It flies with the sun Through the burgundy moments Of a day And into the night In the perils of silence Where does it go? When your soul changes Have you forgotten Can it fly like a [...]

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Jul 21 2008

The Little Fawn

Tag:Tag Brambles, Commotion, Dawn, Deer, Dell, Doe, Face, Fawn, Friends, Glade, Loon, Milkmaid, Momma, Neighborhood, Neighborhood Search, Nook, Old Friend, Prayer, Rose, Throng, Woodsman — tom @ 14:38

The little fawn Woke up at dawn To find, the doe, His mother gone. Where can my mother be? This is not like her To leave me. He put a call To Lady Loon As well as to Old friend mister Coon. Both arrived that afternoon. First they searched The Glen Where they said a prayer Ending in Amen. Next they searched the Glade Where they met An old milkmaid, Who promised to aid. A [...]

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