I am feared by all…
…as I yearn to invite thee…
…to come play with me!
I support your ground,
I am the life all around,
I am all abound.
I gift lift to your,
Purpose and aims and hopes and,
Make your wide wings sore!
I am life within,
I am nourishment defined,
Where I go, you go.
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Paul Russell
A creative thinker with a desire for story telling, happiness and laughter giving, joy filled times in life as we all need a dose of this on the regular no? Stories to thrill, delight, maybe cause a chuckle or two, will be here soon!
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