An i know you are… But what
am i?
hugs an kisses
I wrap my arms around this dream and squeeze.
I unfold expectations, unwrapping a gift of discovery
What am I?
He wraps his arms arouand her dream and squeezes.
She unfolds expectations, unwraps discovery
What is she with him?
What is he with her?
What are they in their dreams?
You wrap your arms around your dream and squeeze
Unfold your expectations, unwrap your gift.
What are you?
You are
the gift.
NaPoWriMo #2 playing with voice
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Of course you are. The Star Man isn’t selective—not like the old fella with the big beard.
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Thank you, jane!
Sounds like a dear jane letters that comment above..
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Is she like an Aunt Sally?
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No! It’s for reference to those dear john letters us guys always get..
i’m a guy ain’t i…
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I don’t get letters any more. Just text messages 🙂
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So you play text tag? i don’t even get that!
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I text them, they don’t reply. Not until they’re good and ready.
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i’m not sure i read that statement clearly…
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I text my children but more often than not they don’t reply.
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Yeah, I have the same problem…
🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸
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I think it’s a modern disease.
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Question;
were we talking about wordpress?
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I was talking about texting, the telephone culture. I don’t use my phone for anything but phoning, but it’s possible to blog from it too.
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Yeah, phone’s a computer in the hand…
Is that like two birds in the bush?
🐒
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Could be. I’d rather leave the birds in the bush.
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Oops…
bushy birds..
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