When you find a placeA Poem by Jon Roggie
You walked in,
but you didn't realize. Looked around, and knew it was home. Pixie and flutterby, settled on your shell, feeding you strawberries, a treat for a ride around the Garden. But we scatter, meet now and again. Occasionally, meeting in the Garden. © 2014 Jon Roggie |
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1 Review Added on September 15, 2014 Last Updated on September 15, 2014 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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