Part of being the tortoiseA Poem by Jon Roggie
Nearing fifty years,
still young. At least two centuries to go. Part of why I choose my friends carefully. Pixie will be there, part of the farie world. Brings me to the flutterby. Not just a passing thought, another dream, grown to a part of the garden. By the grace of the Pixie, became our home. Strawberry Tea? © 2013 Jon RoggieReviews
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Added on August 18, 2013Last Updated on August 18, 2013 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more.. |

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