my rants, raves, ideas and sometimes humor
tell me a story...of warm rainy nights and distant thunderof lying perfectly still on top of the sheetsas the night air moves across suntanned skinthen sleep comes and dreams swirl
It's a wonderful image, Faye, but it's an equally wonderful poem. Memories of childhood, for me.
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It's a wonderful image, Faye, but it's an equally wonderful poem. Memories of childhood, for me.
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