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Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
