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Dawn Gordon Poem
Happy Good Friday,
May God bless your day with light,
To remember him
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Today I had the chance to hold "the blue from rio",
A blue bird on a skateboard you should meet and know,
A fancy parrot from the happy meal kid's land,
Preening all his gorgeous feathers on his wheeled stand,
Visit the happy meal site! Join his feathered flow.
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Sacred Saturday
Sibling Saturday Sabbath
A special sister
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Delicious eccles
Pastry delights with apples
A British sweet treat.
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Silence of morality can butcher another human being~
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Fresh cut flowers from a sister brings such a peace in the heart and soul
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April sixteenth is known as “The Record Store Day”,
The old “seven inch” vinyl type of music way!
Drop by those old Record shops and take a quick look!
Memories of old stomping grounds of a cool nook,
Join the groovy “nostalgia seventies” sway!
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Blow
bubbles
and watch them
scatter in the
wind
Clear
crystal
bubbles float
in the blowing
breeze
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Gardening pursuits
A green and healthy income
Seeds into flowers
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Today is National Siblings day so I thought to give it a quick shout,
That I love my sister very much and love everything she is about.
She is my best friend and has been their for me when things get rough,
Giving me advice, love and support when things can get a bit tough.
I still laugh at her antics of how she would do dishes a very long time ago,
She would wait for them to dry by themselves thinking I would not know.
I would keep wetting those dishes until she came up the stairs to give them a dry,
The look on her face was hilarious, she would always wonder wet? WHY?
**ode to my cyndi lou who
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