Mostly

Gree is not a color.

So alice being more clever than before

Had thought she had a plan

To escape from the giant gree haired lady

Who was busy staring at her as if as if

She were the most amazing thing in

This whole wide wild world

So she began to plot and plan

With all that mattered was elsewhere

And she did not know the lay lay

Of LESS WICKED LAND

She had to find a reliable map

Or an intruction manual

Somewhere

Somewhere

Internet aaa...

A place of stalkers, abusers, molesters, manipulators? EH! I am just reading more about this and watching videos. This makes me sick and grossed out and less trusting for sure.

This is what it is..

Exactly that

I know what you want

Exact so not that

Could inspire

Smores for all

Are you wanting smores

You all!

Rocky Road Guys and Gals

Carmel, fudge, wip cream

Tell me it isn't true

Apples and bannanas

Do I love you?

Chocolate cream puff

Crunchy chewy

To get me

Yummy?

Why?

She brought forth true feelings

I can not say

Is it in editing

A cut and paste

Not here not I

She has a strange vibration

As if a hidden well there

Springs in time

In melody

It is something

In the melody

That catches my liquid eyes

Through open wings of flight

Little bird still observing

Keeps the world turning

Turning.

From the soft sounds of spring

Remember butterflys

In the summer time

It is clear

As a canoe on the river

Where there is no pain

On the river

With a dash of water

It is that beautiful

Going down stream

To the beatiful sounds of spring!

After a huge blast of creativity from the last few days it may have been transformational.

I really like blogging

Clearly

And see its vaste potential

It's not so much for politics

Or even opinion

More for life itself

Blogging is one of the only

Healthy online activities I know of

Maybe nobody reads it

But at least somebody will

So it is not a social game

I do it for the love of it

And that alone

Mainly.