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drippedonpaper) wrote2025-02-08 09:56 pm
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Friday poem
Sparkling dewdrop
Cobweb becomes art.
Morning light
Filters thru the fence
Touching all I see
With gold.
Morning always comes.
Cobweb becomes art.
Morning light
Filters thru the fence
Touching all I see
With gold.
Morning always comes.