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Post by susan on Dec 29, 2019 9:02:13 GMT -6
it's not nice don't crush slush or have i made you blush don't crush slush don't be in such a rush don't crush slush there should be a hush here in the forest the trees are sprinkled with snow, and i don't want them to wrinkle as your nose crinkles in the cold and white don't crush slush it's not nice
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Post by QueenFoxy on Dec 29, 2019 14:33:39 GMT -6
There is nothing more beautiful than newly fallen snow, that remains untouched by animal or man. Lovely write, Susan.
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Post by susan on Dec 29, 2019 15:35:56 GMT -6
thank you
susan
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Post by susan on Dec 29, 2019 15:36:09 GMT -6
and that is so true once it's not white anymore, well....
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Post by lostineternity99 on Dec 29, 2019 17:24:27 GMT -6
An intriguing title and poem, Susan ... I like it and will leave the slush untouched
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Post by susan on Dec 29, 2019 17:29:19 GMT -6
thank you
susan
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2020 0:43:24 GMT -6
Rick! Leave the slush alone! I see you! Rick!!
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