Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Ravishing #469
Ravishing While others dawn their dresses on for days, her purple gown's a delicate display that, joined in with her sisters, all the same, cascades the local park bench and its frame with purple waters down a leafy falls that saunters on to peak the fence, the walls and tumbles into other people's yards where nothing they possess can stop nor guard; no hoe, no spade, no pitchfork, it's their story, can halt the endless beauty … Morning Glory! God bless, Lighthouse Bob |
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Ravishing #469
Ravishing #469