Fly away very quickly*
It was a crisp November morning
Walking near the stream without warning
Through the reeds it was so quiet and still
Something nervously against its will
So I came across a spot so pleasant
Had a big scare when it was noise from a pheasant
Dom*Colucci 2010
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Where were you when I was always here?* Who are and where did you come from? Are you of duality or from the Source of one? Does your consc...
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Sure thing Jingle..will give it a try..enjoy as well(+)
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