winter in the woods January 02, 2014 grey woolred mittensmy heart is a cardinalyour sleeve a high branchi singthrough my stormsyou plow through your memoriesour burdens break ice© 2014-ReneFor PeggyNever lose hopeWait for diamonds :) Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments PearlJanuary 2, 2014 at 11:41 AM:-) You brought tears to my eyes, Rene. How incredibly kind and thoughtful of you. I needed this.Pearl/PeggyReplyDeleteRepliesReplyUnknownJanuary 4, 2014 at 5:23 AMThank you for the helpful info! I would not have discovered this myself!jeux dora 2014ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :
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:-) You brought tears to my eyes, Rene. How incredibly kind and thoughtful of you. I needed this.
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Thank you for the helpful info! I would not have discovered this myself!
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