November 19, 2017November 19, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese Watching poetry For me, it seems… Poems who end up standing tallest are not cocky ones dressed in top hats, nor sequined ones who flounce about lines… but rather , i think, pale green necks of seedlings learning to stand as they stretch towards sunlight Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
A perfect prose seedling you have created. Fragile and beautiful. I raise my Kombucha in your honour! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
:)… thanks so much… reading and chuckling at your once again ever so clever comment ( in a grocery store) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
If anyone asks at the checkout, let them know that your merriment is arising from a fan of your poetry, texting you hehe! 😍 LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful could not agree more.
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Thanks:)
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A perfect prose seedling you have created. Fragile and beautiful. I raise my Kombucha in your honour!
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:)… thanks so much… reading and chuckling at your once again ever so clever comment ( in a grocery store)
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If anyone asks at the checkout, let them know that your merriment is arising from a fan of your poetry, texting you hehe! 😍
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🙂
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Beautiful
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:)… thanks
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Beautifully put, simple is good!
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Thanks Orville:)
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My pleasure !
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This is just perfect.
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🙂
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