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ooh, I like this, it’s got a really dreamy quality about it!
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Thanks, Nicky. It’s a very early one.
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Short and deep! This will be my goodnight poem 🙂 Btw, loved the pic, once again me missing the german forests… 😛
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Thank you and goodnight 🙂 I’ll make sure I keep posting photos of trees for you, luckily I’m surrounded by them.
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Yes, crossing that threshold and then sky is the limit! There is a shyness and innocence about this one that I really liked. 🙂
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I wrote it way back in high school when I was about 14…about the time I stopped being shy and innocent 😉
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aha, way back, you mean two years ago? 😀
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Haha-a few more than that unfortunately
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one never knows 😀
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One does first thing in the morning 😉
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yes, yes, that is in the safe too 😀
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Whoa-that’s one big safe you have there, SweetSafeMoonSkittles
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mmm.. we ARE talking about the same thing, right? 😀
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I hope so-many secrets to keep is what I meant-did it get weird? Lol
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Just pulling your Aussie leg 😀
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That’s better than yanking my yanky leg I guess
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mmmmm, are you one?
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No. I just thought it sounded funny. I’m about as funny as a fart in an elevator, so don’t feel bad if you need to just nod politely and move on 😉
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that would really be terrible Ryan, for I have a strong sense of smell. So I would just pinch my nose 😀 😀
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Ryan – you’re the rare, sensitive Aussie poet kinds I’ve come across! We tend to stereotype you as the beer swilling, rugby playing roughnecks, or surfer dudes! 🙂 Mighty impressive stuff on here!
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Bahahaha, thank you Kunal. Would it disappoint you to know that I also fit that stereotype quite well? There is a small, refined corner hiding away under the beer swilling, surfer dude exterior.
You get the award for best comment of the day!!! Thank you, I’m still smiling 😀
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No way! Cant imagine you spouting poetry over a barbie!!
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