A sweet poem of love.

Some random stuff to write about so I can earn an extra buck or two

Chosen to hold within itself
the gift of life.
Chosen to grow with love
the seeds of the future.

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From me garden.

We decided to shampoo the rugs with annoying results.

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A poem inspired by William Carlos Williams.

There is no point making your beds.

Love hurts,it blinds, but it shouldn’t make you forget everything.