If tiny winged ponies flutter through the morning glories just at dawn and pretend the perfect spiral buds are unicorn horns and dance with them stuck to their little foreheads.
I dunno, but if I should see them I will tell this little one about it. |
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Life on a family farm in the wilds of Upstate New York
2 comments:
About and beautiful and cute a post you've posted. That bar is getting mighty high :)
. . . . correction :)
"That's about AS beautiful . .
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