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Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
YOU and are not us.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
