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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Once again,
It pours outside,
The pond is full,
The creek rages below,
The critters have,
No place to go,
To dry their feathers,
Fur or hide,
I should open the door,
Invite them inside,
We could watch a movie,
I would pop some corn,
Sit by the fire,
Toasty and warm,
They could sleep on the sofa,
Recline in the chair,
Prop up their feet,
Or hooves in the air,
Safe from harm,
No worries,
No cares.
~ by cindee ~
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Kind of looks like around here. Rain all day yesterday melted a good foot of snow and that added up to a hell of a lot of water. What doesn't drain off today will be frozen tonight.
Looks like ya'll had a lot of rain. We're suppose to get it Weds. and Thurs. Yuck.
Like the poem.
Love the coziness of your poem! Is there room for me, too?
Except for what they might do on the carpet. [Sorry. I've got a weird sense of humor.] Sweet words as always, Cindee. I like the red effect. Valentine's Day maybe?
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