Posted on November 10, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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-By Linda Lee Lyberg As I savor with eyes closed I’m swept into a flowered meadow Warm skies above, cool grass below And distant cawing of playful crows
Posted on November 10, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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-By Linda Lee Lyberg Who but the butterfly can guide
Posted on November 10, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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-By Linda Lee Lyberg come sip the Claret
Posted on November 10, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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-By Linda Lee Lyberg Indian summer
Posted on November 9, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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-By Linda Lee Lyberg By the river’s edge
Posted on November 9, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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-By Linda Lee Lyberg He thought He could break me He did for awhile.
Posted on November 9, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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-By Linda Lee Lyberg Heather blooms fell today upon
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