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Her weathered wheel

Her weathered wheel

Mother Nature’s cycle of her season has turned her weathered wheel once more, she has said farewell to...

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Knit one row, purl another ?

Knit one row, purl another ?

She started to knit a sock with a green ball of wool..knit one row, purl another.. unwinding from the...

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My winklepicker shoes

My winklepicker shoes

What does a poet actually look like ? yes I understand what he or she does do.. but I am so flabbergasted...

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Biological parents minted...

Biological parents minted circa December 1st, 1957

Amelie Beth Harris
fresh out womb blurted "ahoy"
melded as genetic
deoxynucleic acid...

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Most imp potent playbook...

'bout fluffiness of hair after washing

Most imp potent playbook page...

Now get ready for...
yup intelligent persiflage
determining if potty "talk" gauge
...

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My priceless possession

My priceless possession

I can not follow my dreams yet amidst my imagination .. I simply close my eyes and drift away amongst...

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Spinner

Lustrous and silken
Are your woven lies
Like a tapestry
Of many textures
You....

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Our Genie in a bottle

Our Genie in a bottle

Mother Nature is my inspiration, that lovely lady of the skies.. each and every single thing on our world...

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Bob the Snowman ☃️

Bob the Snowman ☃️

As little lucy lay in her bed she couldn’t hear any birds sing.. tho there were trees outside her window,...

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Humpback Whales

Humpback Whales

Can you believe the sheer monstrous size
Of the enormous humpback whale
So nurturing &...

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The old mining town mystery

The old mining town mystery

Within a little old mining town lies a magical mystery.. someone is leaving envelopes for anyone to see.....

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Queen and Protocol

When an old king croaks

Impatient princess
Lonely is the throne
For the monarch
Is no more.
Even an old...

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Seahouses Methodist Chapel

Seahouses Methodist Chapel

As I stood singing amidst the choir in the altar of our Chapel as a child.. I can recall the feeling of...

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Her final piece of art

Her final piece of art

The skeletal stooped spinster sits amidst candlelight spreading her canvas of milky white.. a sharp needle...

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Mother nature

Mother nature

“Mam’ma who paints the pretty colours in the heavens up above ?” “Oh that’s Mother nature, she waves her...

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Spectacular doe eyed...

Spectacular doe eyed prodigy drummer Nandi Bushell

Nirvana protégé podcast/youtube
phenom quite mature
talented young lass promising future...

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Mammy’s mini me ?

Mammy’s mini me ?

“Mamma” “Dadda” was my childrens first words.. spoken from my little ones, the cutest words I’d ever heard...