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8/4/2022 1:57:46 AM
Pins and needles	pins and needles sewn across the bed in threads of yellow-brown and rosy red stitched across my sheets and embroidered to my bed and pillow eye to eye with pins and needles a prickly pair pinned to my bed and pillow edited by mikeaphone on 8/4/2022 edited by mikeaphone on 8/4/2022
11/22/2023 12:14:39 AM
The Guitar	The guitar is a lover’s heart, A thing ofbeauty, a work of art. It sings to us with every chord and fills our soulswith love adored. The strings are like the beating heart, Thefrets, our hopes and dreams we see. The music that we make with it, Is like ariver, flowing free. The sound of the guitar is like a bird, Whosemelody dances through the air. It takes us to distant lands, And fills ourhearts with love so rare. The guitar is a symbol of love, A passion thatwe share. It’s a thing that makes us feel alive, A thing that shows we care. So let us play our guitars loud, And let themusic fill the air. For in the love of the guitar, We find a joy beyondcompare.
11/24/2023 8:25:50 PM
taking a stroll	As morning breaks, under the sun's golden drape, I embark on the path, the day's journey to shape. The dew on the grass, like tiny orbs of light, Mirroring the dawn, oh what a sight! Trees stand tall, their leaves whispering tales, Of seasons gone by, and what the day entails. The rustle of leaves, the chirping of a bird, Nature's symphony, a melody unheard. A gentle breeze dances, with a playful twirl, Caressing my face, as around me it swirls. The scent of the flowers, the freshness of the morn, A new day, a new journey, a hope reborn. The path winds ahead, each turn a surprise, Under the vast, ever-changing skies. With each step forward, with each moment that unfurls, Such is the magic, of my morning strolls.
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