If this world ever leaves you cold
If you’re empty, your dreams bankrolled
Reach for me
If passion’s flame loses its hold
If promises are best untold
Reach for me
If you’re rocketing uncontrolled
If voices clench a stranglehold
Reach for me
Right where I’ll always be
Beyond oblivion’s threshold
We’ll dance in fields of marigold
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Yes.lets dance till the morn comes
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Yes.lets dance till the morn comes
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What a wonderful idea!
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Yes, take me back to those marigold fields! Sorry I’ve missed th Beautiful Life so much
This will explain why I’ve been absent from th blogosphere for a month:
https://bradscribe.wordpress.com/2017/12/12/qwerty-dancing-the-curse-of-nanowrimo/
Cheers!
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Wouldn’t that be lovely? Welcome back! Wonderful to see you and I’m glad you survived! I’m off to visit your post….
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