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My Web of Dreams: Nonet for JoeBear
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My Web of Dreams. Words are woven By writers hands. In gossamer silken Spider strands,. Smiles of joy And tears of grief. Are caught within This artists weave. The soul is painted In all it's hues,. Crafted by This poets muse,. In these fragile, Silken skeins,. You'll find you're in My Web of Dreams. Monday, December 19, 2005. Chow Hall food wasn't very good but. The company was very nice. I was not mature enough. The friend you were. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Subscribe To Web of Dreams.
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My Web of Dreams: Forsaken
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My Web of Dreams. Words are woven By writers hands. In gossamer silken Spider strands,. Smiles of joy And tears of grief. Are caught within This artists weave. The soul is painted In all it's hues,. Crafted by This poets muse,. In these fragile, Silken skeins,. You'll find you're in My Web of Dreams. Tuesday, October 11, 2005. Photo © Dawn Allynn. Search for that which can’t be found. And in it you will find,. Noises that don’t make a sound. And thoughts without a mind. Look into a child’s heart.
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My Web of Dreams: Sad Sometimes
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My Web of Dreams. Words are woven By writers hands. In gossamer silken Spider strands,. Smiles of joy And tears of grief. Are caught within This artists weave. The soul is painted In all it's hues,. Crafted by This poets muse,. In these fragile, Silken skeins,. You'll find you're in My Web of Dreams. Tuesday, November 22, 2005. Photo © Dawn Allynn. Like the sound of rain. I fear being alone. Not having friends to talk to…. Only invade my realities,. Only let me down. Once in awhile I confide.
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My Web of Dreams: Grievous Hope
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My Web of Dreams. Words are woven By writers hands. In gossamer silken Spider strands,. Smiles of joy And tears of grief. Are caught within This artists weave. The soul is painted In all it's hues,. Crafted by This poets muse,. In these fragile, Silken skeins,. You'll find you're in My Web of Dreams. Wednesday, November 12, 2008. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Subscribe To Web of Dreams. View my complete profile. My Other Blog and Sites. Enchanted Rambler (NM Blog). Lost in Ink (Short Stories).
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My Web of Dreams: Peices
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My Web of Dreams. Words are woven By writers hands. In gossamer silken Spider strands,. Smiles of joy And tears of grief. Are caught within This artists weave. The soul is painted In all it's hues,. Crafted by This poets muse,. In these fragile, Silken skeins,. You'll find you're in My Web of Dreams. Wednesday, January 09, 2008. And these parts of me. Don't work too well. I don't need them. What do I need a uterus. That I feel strangely. Some woman who used to be. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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My Web of Dreams: Autumn - Acrosticly
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My Web of Dreams. Words are woven By writers hands. In gossamer silken Spider strands,. Smiles of joy And tears of grief. Are caught within This artists weave. The soul is painted In all it's hues,. Crafted by This poets muse,. In these fragile, Silken skeins,. You'll find you're in My Web of Dreams. Tuesday, October 04, 2005. Photo © Dawn Allynn. Corns and fallen leaves. Biquitous like grains of sand. Ickle my senses, make me sing. P to the sky goes my heart. Aybe to disappear with birds as they flee.
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My Web of Dreams: Letting Go
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My Web of Dreams. Words are woven By writers hands. In gossamer silken Spider strands,. Smiles of joy And tears of grief. Are caught within This artists weave. The soul is painted In all it's hues,. Crafted by This poets muse,. In these fragile, Silken skeins,. You'll find you're in My Web of Dreams. Tuesday, November 22, 2005. Photo © Dawn Allynn. I guess I knew. Deep down inside my soul. And when they called and said. Never to be taken back). I could not even cry. How do I let the belief.
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Dawn's Drivel: For the Love of Poultry
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009. For the Love of Poultry. I love chickens. I never intended for this love affair to develop, it was a by-product of my love of photography. One afternoon a few years ago I was on my way home, just before Easter, and I passed one of the local feed 'n seed stores. The sign by the road proclaimed "We have Chicks! And my foot hit the brake. Bu then there are days like my last few, where I go outside to check for eggs. (I don't eat my birdies, but we collect eggs) and find my hen...
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Dawn's Drivel: September 2008
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Tuesday, September 09, 2008. Going, Going, Going Green? Isn't it funny how when you want to do something good for yourself or the world, it's harder or costs more? I started a diet a couple of months ago, and found that eating right (healthy) is more expensive. I can eat crap all day for just a few dollars (take the McDonald's menu, for example) . Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A little bit of everything that passes through my life . View my complete profile. In My Dreams I Can Fly.
