Annette chimes in with something I call “Let it grow, let it grow.”
To bust through the earth
The seedling must feel its strength
And dream of the sky
©2015 Annette Rochelle Aben
Annette chimes in with something I call “Let it grow, let it grow.”
To bust through the earth
The seedling must feel its strength
And dream of the sky
©2015 Annette Rochelle Aben
Thank you kind sir! This is more fun than my second cup of coffee, which I have NOT had yet, because my fingers were imploring me to type… Wicked fingers, all.
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Glad they were not “Frozen” fingers.
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and I am grateful they weren’t “chicken fingers” cause I would hate to think I would be a-sacred to write something..
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