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Awakening Of Spring
If perhaps a little early curious pretty primroses countenance be joyful, as sun glances between rain clouds enriching creation. I would plummet into...
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It Is Good That I Am OK With It.
Last year June I got a colleague to weigh me at work, I wrote it down in my little green book, then yesterday at work I asked to be weighed again,...
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Mary Mary.
When I got married and moved into my husband’s house. We soon realized there were, women on our street, who could chat! There was an advert at that...
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Part Of Something Special
Dear diary... euphoria of younger days satisfies when parched for fountain of youth; drinking again from well of clear friendships, that quenches...
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Summer's Creation
Softly thinking... remaining in hush; needing to understand complexity of waiting, bringing suggestions of impressions to surface; allows me to...
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I Sigh, You Sigh.
I sigh He sighs. I sighed, he sighed, it was almost in unison. I sleep, you sleep. He can be happy; I can be happy too. I can feel pain, so can he. I...
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I’ve been talking to you again
I used to talk to you so much I can’t stop now And don’t worry I know you’ve gone But I can still feel your presence Especially when I’m gardening. I...
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Things That I Love.
My favourite word on Earth is Urban. Period. I could just stop there, but I also love the word Malta. I could stop there. But I can’t because I just...
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Red Roses Are For Lovers
Once I was sanguine. Sanguinary? One of those.
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For The Love Of Village Life
Dear diary... From heart of Shire where I was born, no rush to grow away from black and white memories; those sinuous lanes I knew well, are now...
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