It was late last night when I drew my book near.
Leo the Lion was prancing across the the sky.
Between the oboe and the flute they told the tale.
I had tears.
I offered my kindness.
I sent forth blessings.
Somehow may we find comfort.
We are all connected.
1 comment:
I think more than a few tears were shed in Virginia last evening.
May they know peace..
xoxoxo
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