What a load of nonsense.

Nonsense poems have delighted our childhoods and colored our imaginations to portray that anything is possible. Children delight when we recite them. My Welsh Grandmother would make up her own. I went like this. Lauren a boren a wick stick sporen, a rye leg, a bow leg, a bumpkin Lauren.…

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Art – The Meditaton

Our answer to the door of peace, comes where we keep our dreams and sleep. Rest assured my words will shout, my tired arms. reaching out. First one then two and more words flow, upon a crafted winter wind. There is no stopping then…

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Art- Hilltown

Campello collection. The many soft and silent footsteps walked up Church Street…