Season 5-7-5
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The view from my front porch (in Pennsylvania) or back patio (in London) every morning, in tweet-sized bites
too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words...
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Cute. I was just talking about making blackberry pie today…funny!
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Too funny 🙂 Thanks, Em!
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What a clever poet you are! I found a clad of silver carvings on my own flock of brown hair this morning.. gasp.. am I getting old???? 😀
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You are the clever one – you just described this poem exactly 🙂
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birds of a same sliver feather grow gray hair together?? lol
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😂😂😂
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I love this! I keep picturing the white mulberry tree at my parent’s house. The berries looked exactly like blackberries only they were white and sweet. We had a jealous blackberry vine wrapping around its base too. I can picture them warring when we weren’t looking!
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Thank you, Mel. I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to get over to your site for a day or two – so busy! I owe you lots of feedback and promise to come visit soon 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂 Worry not, when you have time, my words will be there waiting 🙂 They’re trapped in my web(site) 😉
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This is extremely clever, which is something I always expect of your poems. ;] Well done, Ryan!
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Thank you, dear Al 🙂
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Writing perfection…as always!
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Thank you, my friend. I must apologize too-I haven’t had a chance to sit and catch up on all your writing properly for a few days. I look forward to reading and giving you some proper feedback soon 🙂
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Please don’t apologize, or worry, Ryan. Everyone’s so polite here–I just finished reassuring another writer, who was apologizing. We have lives beyond the blogs–full of all manner of issues that demand our energy and timely attention. There will be a day–soon I hope–when I’ll be absent for a bit, to take my laptop in for service. It’s truly driving me crazy, making it difficult to read posts….whine whine whine 🙂
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Damn the frost 🙂 Happy Fall, my friend!
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Haha, thanks mate.
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🙂 You are welcome!!
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