Dubiel Tumbleweeds
Blowing wind, whistling through our blogsite...
desert sand dry as dust
I put up my eyes to see,
hear anyone writing,
responding,
and nothing...
Is this turning into the GreerBlog?
whistling winds...
And to think, it all began in Youngstown.
2 Comments:
it appears that way. :)
I lost your poem that was performed at the summer recital we went to last year. Do you have it?
And are you still moving? Aunt JR
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