The World's a profound disaster, afire and I don't know why; but I have Goats in a pasture and Clouds in a Bright Blue Sky This Life is a constant whirlwind and is til the day we die; but I have Goats in a pasture and Clouds in a Bright Blue Sky The Storm may engulf tomorrow - today, it has passed me by; now, I have Goats in a pasture and Clouds in a Bright Blue Sky
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I enjoyed this rollicking snatch of poetry very much, RH. It caused me to feel like giggling and running on a woodland path or through a field of newly blooming irises and lavender!
Thank you.
Beautiful and calming. I can smell the fresh grass and ozone. I hear a little bell in the background. Is that on a cat? Love this R. H.💖✨💖