tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372238590115339847.post4061779163888086905..comments2024-01-21T04:34:11.734-07:00Comments on Writing In A Woman's Voice: Beate Sigriddaughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06004863903299834654noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372238590115339847.post-83241975680219067352020-05-15T07:38:41.849-06:002020-05-15T07:38:41.849-06:00 a few random boxes
of sugared, rainbow hued
circl... a few random boxes<br />of sugared, rainbow hued<br />circles sit, lonely as<br />parted lovers outside<br />a balcony. <br /><br />Love that!Oonahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03017273972774480939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372238590115339847.post-68580332908730725442020-05-15T04:30:53.444-06:002020-05-15T04:30:53.444-06:00Jars, not cans.
Jars, not cans.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10568201297786211273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372238590115339847.post-19947061998609480382020-05-15T04:13:17.027-06:002020-05-15T04:13:17.027-06:00I believe the visual of sad Fruit Loops lingering ...I believe the visual of sad Fruit Loops lingering on separate balconies will linger in my imagination...perhaps forever. Mathew Pausthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06157135006791553019noreply@blogger.com