Dark Days to GloryA Poem by ROXANE DORSEY
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riding piggy butt wiggly steep hills boulder will kiss n twist gritty loiters snicker doodle oodle noodle steeping grind coffee time napping crystals twinkle con tent vinyl, ah what a sigh deep winnowing rest frigid cool molds me slew the stew cross wood taking on embers & acres December Lipton Lenny sugary seconds quench happiness there's California getty up, getty up. © 2018 ROXANE DORSEY |
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Added on January 10, 2018 Last Updated on January 10, 2018 Tags: dark, days, California, horse, hills AuthorROXANE DORSEYbaltimore, MDAboutlove poetry since it has been embedded in my mind deeply way back when I was 4 years old. A very good reader in pre-school. Nursery rhymes tuned me in even deeper. more..Writing
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