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LB
I love him, I want to snuggle up to him, And rub his chin, his little wet kitty nose And say “who’s a good boy…whoooos’s a gooooood boy…” His fur so soft and warm, His adorable snorty purr, And when he frolics in the garden, It’s a cuteness overload. LB the kitten, LB the cat,…
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Creator
I read, I read, I like the sound of words flowing all around. I watch, I watch, people, back and forth, never walking the line that goes straight north. I see, I see, of endless craft, Lines dancing until at last. An image forms a story found; I close my eyes, enjoying the sound. I…
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Hell is Beautiful.
The problem with finding a place to belong is that Hell doesn’t look the way you expect it to. The simplicity of your path cutting through nature, the field with a lonely tree at its centre. The sound of progress roaring in your ears, the architecture white and precise. Community set in stone, It’s your…
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Elzor And the Bees
Where grass is yellow, and flowers are abundant Elzor lives. Where joy is ripe, and kindness is present, the bees live. Together, they frolic in the sun and dance in the sky. They work hard each day with a smile on their face, and by the end of it… Elzor had provided flowers and the…