Let Me In May17 by melodylowes Serrated plates, rows of overlapping scales went out with the disappearance of the dinosaurs, died on a Medieval joust; discard the armour. Little one, precious child, let Me in. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
I like it (even though WP still won’t let me click the “Like” button to say so). I also like the photo with the poem.
Russ
Thanks Russ. How frustrating, I wonder if there’s anything I can do on my end??
Asparagus! I can’t concentrate on your words; I just want fresh spring asparagus ๐
I’m picking some today – pop over! ๐
Okay, keep some ready.
And good things will happen …
Absolutely! The risk is worth it in the end.
I love the gentle coaxing tone at the end.
Thanks Caddo!
A wonderful post! So “spear” itual!
HA! Good one! ๐ Thank you…
always ready to make someone grown .. grin
brilliant Melody, that’s exactly what I imagined too!
Thanks so much!