I love a sunburnt country. A land of sweeping plains. Of ragged mountain ranges. Of droughts and flooding rains.
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What a sad poem.
I have no mercy or toleration for people who are abusive to children.
Is this like a scavenger hunt? I am going to go find the poem now.. but by reading Jamie Dawn's comment I have a feeling it will make me cry... it's only 7:15 a.m. and my eyes haven't been open ten minutes...
You're quick, Peter.
I wasn't even finished with my post. I was still doing some editing to it when you popped in and left a comment.
I added a few more sentences, but you got most of it when you stopped by. Hard "g" sounds do annoy me, but I think I'll be able to survive hearing them once in awhile.
Hope all is well for you. It's getting late here.
Peter ~ Boy are you getting LAZY with your blogging... or what? I must be a bad influence on you! I like the NEW profile photo. ~ jb///
Hi peter .
like your new site and can read yours and Merle's very clearly.
ive turned into a couch potato while the games are on. so decided better catch up with your blogs while on commercial breaks i can see i got a lot of reading to do ooppps swimming back on bye
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