"Poetry is like
a nice big quilt,
with words
and pictures,
pieced together."
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Spring
Never has the flowers smelt so sweet. Never in all the seasons has the grass been so green. It is the spring, When every thing is new. When the newborn cow, Says her first,"moo." Oh God, you made such wonderfull things,
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