Saturday, March 6, 2010

3/5

Simple things become not so, our dog is at the vets
Because you are gone and I must wait, so must our other pets.
Be good dear animals.

A friend welcomes to her home, fingers caressing a baby grand.
Spring's sun warms the earth, the road is passable, no small feat.
Greetings are warmly given

Scones & tea, conversation seduce me to stay comforted in sweet
friendship, to stay so long, a whole precious day, dearer than gold.
A treasure to hold to my heart.

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