Flap, flap, flap,
pushed and pulled like a flag on it’s pole.
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Blow, blow, blow,
around, down and back like a plastic bag you go.
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Up, up, up,
where is the feather carried on a breeze?
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Down, down, down,
roots planted by a seed in a far away ground.
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Cover, cover, cover,
ever surface covered by dust generated every where.
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Side, side, side,
to side, run! Try to catch that leaf.
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Blow, blow, blow,
blow wind blow.
Poetry & More 
we in the spirit
know she could
either way blew
sister wind
bringing junk out and in!
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I’m still working on that forward for Winter Season. I haven’t forgotten about you😄
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No worries. I’m still formatting away. Thank you. 💕
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Trying to make your work look like you want it to look when others are reading it is a whole different art. Makes me even more amazed at people like Virginia Woolf, who started her own small printing house just to print up stuff that no one else would. Also a reason I like WordPress. I can make stuff look good on here.😜
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It’s amazing. But when you are using someone else’s platform, gotta follow their rules.
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