Through the mist or the snow if you look hard the castle of dreams is there beckoning you on...
Dylan Thomas
Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toenails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that you bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. - Dylan Thomas
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Thinking of Spring even though it isn't fully here yet.
I am sitting on the stump left from the Willow Tree thinking of how to change my yard on my current budget of "Now What?"
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pretty mama!
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