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Pollyanna you are my wheel of nutrition . For 8 yrs you have empowerd me in your humid heat You have made all the veggies for our plate Lifted the weight of decisions from my head. Seasonal is how we role . Thank you Pollyanna for your warm embrace . The ambudence of your veg is emense Polly Anne oh my polly tunnel of nurtritional love  With a new skin your keep on giving Keeping a family in your season grow. Seasonal is how we role I love you Pollyanna my tunnel of meditation My kitchen would not be the same without you . Your solace is much needed come brexit Seasonal is how we role
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC
Pollyanna
My pages blown from my Grasp They fly high as like Small clouds, Riding The winds, I reach For that which is unattainable Now far out of reach, I run, Then sprint Then walk As my hands now upon my knees, Out of breath as well as paper They flew, up and down In to the face of an unsuspecting Man, words he saw before he Fell upon hands and face, Paper removed a title seen "The Accidental Meeting" He looked up, and beheld Beauty, Smiles, Hand, Held out, blushing he took Her hand, and she spoke "If it wasn't for that page" "We wouldn't have meet & spoke" And the story kept a keep sake Of there meeting that nearly wasn't, "But ahead of ourselves we are" As other pages Flew, Skimmed, Fluttered Through the air, Landing upon faces here and there, One unfortunate crook, who now Paid a price, when paper meet upon his face, He saw three word planted between his eyes Crooks Never Prosper And with that an almighty **** To the floor he slumped, A short post meet groin and man As a voice high pitched, "What paper is this landing between my eyes " As three laughing police man Tears before there eyes, took the paper And glanced at became the undoing Of a criminal on the run, "Evidence and a good read" Lifted to the car as Nuts Meat & Veg Very bruised, he couldn't run even if he wanted, Many pages flew through the air, me Not knowing the impact my stories Landing  here & there, By those are for another time, "If you see paper, words & ink" "Please read my stories and tell me what you think"
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
Stories Lost To The Wind
My pages blown from my Grasp They fly high as like Small clouds, Riding The winds, I reach For that which is unattainable Now far out of reach, I run, Then sprint Then walk As my hands now upon my knees, Out of breath as well as paper They flew, up and down In to the face of an unsuspecting Man, words he saw before he Fell upon hands and face, Paper removed a title seen "The Accidental Meeting" He looked up, and beheld Beauty, Smiles, Hand, Held out, blushing he took Her hand, and she spoke "If it wasn't for that page" "We wouldn't have meet & spoke" And the story kept a keep sake Of there meeting that nearly wasn't, "But ahead of ourselves we are" As other pages Flew, Skimmed, Fluttered Through the air, Landing upon faces here and there, One unfortunate crook, who now Paid a price, when paper meet upon his face, He saw three word planted between his eyes Crooks Never Prosper And with that an almighty **** To the floor he slumped, A short post meet groin and man As a voice high pitched, "What paper is this landing between my eyes " As three laughing police man Tears before there eyes, took the paper And glanced at became the undoing Of a criminal on the run, "Evidence and a good read" Lifted to the car as Nuts Meat & Veg Very bruised, he couldn't run even if he wanted, Many pages flew through the air, me Not knowing the impact my stories Landing  here & there, By those are for another time, "If you see paper, words & ink" "Please read my stories and tell me what you think"
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