Friday, April 17, 2015

When I'm Happy and I Know I Become a Poet

Many trees with their prom dresses on. "Wood" to the dance have really gone. I love when spring sings it's song. Thanks for the colors. Will you be staying long?
The storm's a'coming; Chased our blue skies away. It's extremely windy and everywhere gray. Changed from south wind to north, headed this way. We might get rain. Hip, hip hurray!!

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