I'm not sure it'll come in that handy...
Your kindnesses, however, are priceless to me.
For you.
Mwah!
From John Keats (Junkets):
But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me,
My sense with their deliciousness was spelled:
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea
Whispered of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquelled...
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea
Whispered of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquelled...
5 comments:
As long as we have friends - we are never really alone.
Your pictures are always berrer than mine, what camera, please.
Gigi, blessings! x
Ken, Google images only, not my own, my pet! I still have to get myself sorted... x
Take the cat, leave the rose. Roses are picky.
What a pitiful friend I have been.....rolling in my own manure of misery. Wishing you positive and renewed thoughts and hoping all is well. LOVE your site......so fresh and delicate. Take care....will check back.
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