I do not live in the meadow,
where the wild flowers grow.
I live in the city,
With Grackle and Crow.
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2 comments:
Good Morning Sherry,
I live in the meadow
where the WildFlowers grow,
Away from the city,
where I sometimes go.
I like the city,
StarBucks and cup-a-joe,
but I left my heart
where the WildFlowers grow.
~Becky
PS: you inspire me. That's nice!
Dear Becky,
I look to your Meadow
When my spirits are low.
I look to your wildflowers
and a cup-of-joe.
May we find comfort
with the friends that we know!
Thank you, friend.
Sherry
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