Thursday, October 29, 2009

My wishing well*

My wishing well*

What is that that is on the ground?
It looks like a penny I have found
My, how shiny this thing is
How could anyone walk by and miss?
Now I have a wish and I will never tell
My wish is good and goes in my wishing well.
Happy days are always smiling back at you...smile with them as well

Dom*Colucci 2009
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7 comments:

  1. thoughtsOctober 30, 2009 at 12:27 AM

    simply lovely :)

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  2. AnonymousOctober 30, 2009 at 5:21 PM

    Golden Lotus of God's Love...penny for your thoughts?...enjoy my love(+) :)
    soulbro*

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  3. thoughtsOctober 31, 2009 at 8:09 AM

    hmm... thanks, :)
    i will let you know when it comes true.

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  4. ShiamalaOctober 31, 2009 at 10:46 AM

    Does your wishing well accept more shining coins?

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  5. AnonymousOctober 31, 2009 at 6:22 PM

    Golden of God's Love....touche' my love..you got me back :)...loved your answer...please let me know..maybe I will write a poem about it
    enjoy my love(+) :)
    soulbro*

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  6. AnonymousOctober 31, 2009 at 6:23 PM

    Shiamala...it accepts buttercups...if you have a handful of them then enjoy with me....(+):)
    Love*
    Dom*

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  7. thoughtsNovember 3, 2009 at 7:10 AM

    dearest soulbro,
    i certainly will :)
    with lots of love.

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