BG count your happiness the food enough to stuff everyone plates piled every conceivable dish and delicious they were leaving stomachs over filled overly content thinking 1 should not eat again the news turned on to find
BG my endless sea all my ducks wouldn’t stand in a row they waddled here & there with no place to go quacking became louder making little sense to me
BG waiting for wednesday here i sit waiting for wednesday something new something special out of the ordinary a sunless day
BG july’s song the moon undressed on a cloudless night leaving the frightened in frolicked enchantment dancing on tippy tippy exposing painted toes eyes behind shades for the beams glow unbearably bright moon dust sprinkling upon the water’s
forgotten thank you’s i think i forgot to say thank you so i’m shouting out loud right now thank you i say it in meditation when i feel
BG the chosen few did you choose me did i choose you within the chosen few the circle of friends the blend………ing of our past
