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The art of getting through
like a canvas filled with sadness,
a word that causes thought
yields us to our common steps.

Standing on the desert butte
just as the sun goes down,
within the orange magnificence
I stretch to kiss the clouds.

A look-at-me-I'm-sexy waitress
working for her tips,
one whiff of her flavored naughtiness
I can't help but flirt a bit.

A garden path with the smells of spring
the flowing creek where the bullfrog sings
the bountiful grass around my apple tree
a handful of dirt settles my energy

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Good to see you back man, glad you liked my
little wordings. The dirt, I have always loved planting
a few things here and there and find it quite settling,
almost therapeutic.

thanks eph !!!

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I have missed reading you I really loved this one it reminded me of my dad he loves poking around in the dirt he is 84 this year.

a really good write I am glad I found looking around

hugs Jayne-Chloe xxx

btw the imagery was awesome I forgot to add

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

84 and still working the dirt, that is great!!!

thank you Jayne and I'm glad it hit home

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I loved this write.
After reading Jayne's piece I went outside and beat the hell out of some Dirt lol.
Yours as always, Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

thank you Sir, be careful of rocks !!!

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