tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637577035521955477.post198758006640277098..comments2024-03-15T09:27:43.093-07:00Comments on keeper of wild places: farm animalsjozienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212900310477832041noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637577035521955477.post-81709584716311007392009-05-25T22:27:00.948-07:002009-05-25T22:27:00.948-07:00IK HEB HET GOED GELEZEN JOZIEN, MOOI.
MAAR IS HET ...IK HEB HET GOED GELEZEN JOZIEN, MOOI.<br />MAAR IS HET NIET TE PERSOONLIJK????<br /><br />GROETJESAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637577035521955477.post-39236373800063148942009-05-24T14:29:00.219-07:002009-05-24T14:29:00.219-07:00Thanks for coming with me. You seemed to fly throu...Thanks for coming with me. You seemed to fly through the trees, quite easily. Well come to think of it, i did feel a soft smack right on my cheek:)jozienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10212900310477832041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637577035521955477.post-59880762173751334902009-05-24T10:52:28.175-07:002009-05-24T10:52:28.175-07:00The Owl's Call
The hooty owl flew
past my window...<B>The Owl's Call</B> <br /><br />The hooty owl flew<br />past my window, calling me,<br />daring my presence<br />in this dream of you<br />wandering the night places<br />dressed in filmy gauze<br />after slamming doors<br />of the well lighted kitchen<br />of your discontent.<br /><br />I lack the wisdom,<br />don't know now how to fly right,<br />will smack into trees.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.com