It’s cold and wind is being such a bully, biting my cold fingers and nose! So between baking, reading and working, I found time to scribble a new, lone verse. Weather can sure make a poet out of anyone! 🙂 Happy Sunday!
It’s cold and wind is being such a bully, biting my cold fingers and nose! So between baking, reading and working, I found time to scribble a new, lone verse. Weather can sure make a poet out of anyone! 🙂 Happy Sunday!
“Truer words have never been spoken”
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Death has a way of unifying perspectives.
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Yes it has…….
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Wait, you were referring to my poem or the fact that cold has been the reason I’m passing off as a poet? 🙄😅
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The poem of course 👍😊
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I was kidding, Jen! 😋🙂
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😋😎
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Super beautiful poem⚘
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Glad you liked it! 🙂💕
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It was awesome! 🙂
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