Poem / Poems Dreamscape June 26, 2018 mtaggartwriter9 Comments It sings with the birds Early in the morning Lurking and churning With the wind, inching closer To your sleeping self Finally entering Through your parted lips Without sound- Only your dream noticed -M. Taggart Sent from my iPhone Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading... Related
Lol. Good job. I make them all the time. I once wished a vicar a good arse day off LikeLiked by 1 person
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Ah yes. Bthe dream knows everything. Beautiful
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Morning!
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Lol sorry about the typo. Yep. Morning!
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I’m not worried about a typo 😜
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Lol. Good job. I make them all the time. I once wished a vicar a good arse day off
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Ha good stuff!
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Lol
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Lovely!!
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Thank you. Cheers!
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