I like shoes. Why do I like shoes? I have no idea. Why do some dogs like bouncing balls? Yea, I can’t answer that either. I have always liked shoes. Not so much handbags, I like those, but I am content with the bags I have for years as long as they hold up! But, […]
Category Archives: Poetry by Prudence
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Feb
Feb
Trapped inside, forced to hide The grey is overwhelming The wet never ends, sun rarely begins and mold has found its heaven Beauty in green, a beautiful scene The rewards of the never ceasing rain The ocean is near, clouds shedding tears, I can taste the salt in the air The beaches are chilly, birds […]