Very good. I enjoy your work. Hugs, Barbara
When God laughs
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Harry Cowell
I say?-drenched through with holiness as your own air here is with the perfume of flowers.
Well. they married. They played a hand with the gods-”
Jack London”
Their love for each other was a great love. Their granaries were overflowing with plenitude: yet they wanted to keep…
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