By petersironwood on September 26, 2024
Since first I spied those wild blue eyes,
I found this world a happier place;
Saw gratitude and hope as wise;
Stepped off the endless track of lies.
Since first I spied those wide blue eyes
No longer ran alone my race.
I dance in every day: surprise!
I found the world: A happy place.
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The Dance of Billions
Roar, Ocean, Roar
The Walkabout Diaries: Levels of Beauty
The Walkabout Diaries: Natural Variation
The Walkabout Diaries: Symphony
The Walkabout Diaries: Bee Wise
The Walkabout Diaries: A Now Rose is a New Rose
The Walkabout Diaries: How Beautiful and Green
The Walkabout Diaries: Life Will Find a Way
The Walkabout Diaries: Lest We Forget
The Walkabout Diaries: The Life of the Party
The Walkabout Diaries: Friends
The Walkabout Diaries: Sunset
The Walkabout Diaries: Mind Walk
The Walkabout Diaries: Racism is Absurd
The Walkabout Diaries: A Walk in the Park
The Jewels of November
The Forest
… when push comes to shove … ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ...
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