breeze drifting on by
snow paths get along the way
that's a lullaby
then few drops of rain
drive off the hard shapes, the ground
springs in fresh refrain
what's the heat for now ?
sun rises through high sky play
as burning sands show
rainstrorms fall, unchained
fauna will go safe and sound
to winter again.
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Francis L
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143, Mr. Rogers! Won’t You be my Neighbor?
Mr. Rogers was my safe space. He liked me just the way I was. He smiled when he came into the room. He had pets (his fish which he fed each episode). He sang and played music, and introduced us to jazz music. He knew chefs, mimes, police officers, postal workers, and even the actress that played the Wicked Witch of the West (Margaret Hamilton).
By Judey Kalchik 7 days ago in Motivation
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