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My apologies

27 Wednesday Jan 2016

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Good morning!  I know it’s Wordless Wednesday but….

Some of you may have noticed lately that I am not commenting/liking on your posts.  I apologize.  You see, this thing called life has gotten in my way.  As I type this, I am waiting for the results of some medical tests I had done last week.  They have preoccupied my time and my mind.  In all fairness to you, I chose to not read your posts because they deserve my undivided attention.  However, I have them all in my email, so make no mistake, I WILL get to them.  I am not one to just like something you have posted.  I read everything! Yes, I know I’m crazy.  But I believe supporting others is very important for all of us.  So on that happy note, I will be slowly getting to your posts.  I look forward to reading them 🙂

Dorinda

Friday Fantasy ~ A Dragon’s Story

15 Friday Jan 2016

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“If you sit very quietly, still as can be
I will read you this book, ‘A Dragon’s Story’”

“Yes, read me a story, by candlelight’s glow
Tales of the dragons, who lived long ago
Tell me about how they ruled over land
Was it their fire that made them so grand?”

“I’ll tell you a story if you quiet your words
It’ll be very hard if I cannot be heard”

“Or was it their towering, majestic stance,
That could frighten you away with a single glance?
Did they capture the village in a fiery blaze,
Leaving the people in a smoke filled haze?”

“Too many questions in this evening’s sitting
Perhaps another night would be more fitting?”

“Or can you tell me, were they more like me?
The one who sits quietly, listening to thee”

 

 

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Without a Care

12 Tuesday Jan 2016

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She reads aloud without a care

Unafraid that I am there

I have to wonder what she sees

When at last she looks at me

Continuing on with her journey in mind

She speaks of a forest, so soft and so kind

Of places that sparkle in emerald green

Of creatures she’s never really seen

Of beauty concealed in faraway lands

All this from the book

That she holds with her hands

Still she sits here before me

Enrapt in the story

As she utters the words

I can’t help but adore thee

 

 

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