tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post1912216904012391894..comments2016-11-03T16:24:00.387-07:00Comments on poem.: A collaborative sestina! Why not!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-75620712721121093532009-05-24T11:39:44.172-07:002009-05-24T11:39:44.172-07:00When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is fi...When you've had enough of rain<br />and your yard is filled with mud<br />it might be time to burrow inside<br />the couch. It may be time to blanket<br />the children in what cloth is clean<br />and read them a windblown story.<br /><br />Later, open the windows of your second-story<br />castle. After all, you've earned your reign<br />with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<br />raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<br />Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<br />your wailing heart, so empty inside.<br /><br />Let the fresh air tunnel inside<br />flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<br />unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket<br />and absolve yourself of the constant rain.<br />Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud<br />some glossy shade of not quite clean<br /><br />Grab a piece of paper, white and clean<br />as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,<br />close your eyes and write away the mud,<br />let it seep from that cavity where you store e-<br />merging thoughts against the months of rain<br />and wrap round you dreams, as if a lover's blanket<br /><br />Emerge in love's memories, as the fragrance blankets<br />the skunk smell of a wasted life. Clean<br />fresh awakening; as of rainbow after rain<br />Climb up the spine of colors then slide down the inside<br />Turning upside down and inside out the story<br />of birthday cakes made out of mudLinda Jacobshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14459940700516084069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-11205365284303182932009-05-22T11:37:35.293-07:002009-05-22T11:37:35.293-07:00When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is fi...When you've had enough of rain<br />and your yard is filled with mud<br />it might be time to burrow inside<br />the couch. It may be time to blanket<br />the children in what cloth is clean<br />and read them a windblown story.<br /><br />Later, open the windows of your second-story<br />castle. After all, you've earned your reign<br />with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<br />raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<br />Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<br />your wailing heart, so empty inside.<br /><br />Let the fresh air tunnel inside<br />flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<br />unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket<br />and absolve yourself of the constant rain.<br />Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud<br />some glossy shade of not quite clean<br /><br />Grab a piece of paper, white and clean<br />as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,<br />close your eyes and write away the mud,<br />let it seep from that cavity where you store e-<br />merging thoughts against the months of rain<br />and wrap round you dreams, as if a lover's blanket<br /><br />Emerge in love's memories, as the fragrance blankets<br />the skunk smell of a wasted life. Clean<br />fresh awakening; as of rainbow after rain<br />Climb up the spine of colors then slide down the inside<br />Turning upside down and inside out the storyJuneMoonToonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03250650462174428854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-20840870102354499922009-05-15T18:19:00.000-07:002009-05-15T18:19:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is fi...When you've had enough of rain<br />and your yard is filled with mud<br />it might be time to burrow inside<br />the couch. It may be time to blanket<br />the children in what cloth is clean<br />and read them a windblown story.<br /><br />Later, open the windows of your second-story<br />castle. After all, you've earned your reign<br />with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<br />raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<br />Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<br />your wailing heart, so empty inside.<br /><br />Let the fresh air tunnel inside<br />flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<br />unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket<br />and absolve yourself of the constant rain.<br />Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud<br />some glossy shade of not quite clean<br /><br />Grab a piece of paper, white and clean<br />as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,<br />close your eyes and write away the mud,<br />let it seep from that cavity where you store e-<br />merging thoughts against the months of rain<br />and wrap round you dreams, as if a lover's blanket<br /><br />Emerge in love's memories, as the fragrance blankets<br />the skunk smell of a wasted life. Clean<br />fresh awakening; as of rainbow after rain<br />Climb up the spine of colors then slide down the insideLinda Jacobshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14459940700516084069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-52506646542398524952009-05-14T22:08:00.000-07:002009-05-14T22:08:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is fi...When you've had enough of rain<br />and your yard is filled with mud<br />it might be time to burrow inside<br />the couch. It may be time to blanket<br />the children in what cloth is clean<br />and read them a windblown story.<br /><br />Later, open the windows of your second-story<br />castle. After all, you've earned your reign<br />with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<br />raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<br />Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<br />your wailing heart, so empty inside.<br /><br />Let the fresh air tunnel inside<br />flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<br />unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket<br />and absolve yourself of the constant rain.<br />Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud<br />some glossy shade of not quite clean<br /><br />Grab a piece of paper, white and clean<br />as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,<br />close your eyes and write away the mud,<br />let it seep from that cavity where you store e-<br />merging thoughts against the months of rain<br />and wrap round you dreams, as if a lover's blanket<br /><br />Emerge in love's memories, as the fragrance blankets<br />the skunk smell of a wasted life. Clean<br />fresh awakening; as of rainbow after rainJuneMoonToonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03250650462174428854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-77708853623651095112009-04-28T16:18:00.000-07:002009-04-28T16:18:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is fi...When you've had enough of rain<br />and your yard is filled with mud<br />it might be time to burrow inside<br />the couch. It may be time to blanket<br />the children in what cloth is clean<br />and read them a windblown story.<br /><br />Later, open the windows of your second-story<br />castle. After all, you've earned your reign<br />with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<br />raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<br />Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<br />your wailing heart, so empty inside.<br /><br />Let the fresh air tunnel inside<br />flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<br />unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket<br />and absolve yourself of the constant rain.<br />Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud<br />some glossy shade of not quite clean<br /><br />Grab a piece of paper, white and clean<br />as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,<br />close your eyes and write away the mud,<br />let it seep from that cavity where you store e-<br />merging thoughts against the months of rain<br />and wrap round you dreams, as if a lover's blanket<br /><br />Emerge in love's memories, as the fragrance blankets<br />the skunk smell of a wasted life. CleanLinda Jacobshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14459940700516084069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-46914949477104592092009-04-28T15:47:00.000-07:002009-04-28T15:47:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is fi...When you've had enough of rain<br />and your yard is filled with mud<br />it might be time to burrow inside<br />the couch. It may be time to blanket<br />the children in what cloth is clean<br />and read them a windblown story.<br /><br />Later, open the windows of your second-story<br />castle. After all, you've earned your reign<br />with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<br />raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<br />Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<br />your wailing heart, so empty inside.<br /><br />Let the fresh air tunnel inside<br />flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<br />unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket<br />and absolve yourself of the constant rain.<br />Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud<br />some glossy shade of not quite clean<br /><br />Grab a piece of paper, white and clean<br />as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,<br />close your eyes and write away the mud,<br />let it seep from that cavity where you store e-<br />merging thoughts against the months of rain<br />and wrap round you dreams, as if a lover's blanket<br /><br />Emerge in love's memories, as the fragrance blanketsCordieBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18015985689028845056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-42771193536489204692009-04-27T18:00:00.000-07:002009-04-27T18:00:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is fi...When you've had enough of rain<br />and your yard is filled with mud<br />it might be time to burrow inside<br />the couch. It may be time to blanket<br />the children in what cloth is clean<br />and read them a windblown story.<br /><br />Later, open the windows of your second-story<br />castle. After all, you've earned your reign<br />with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<br />raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<br />Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<br />your wailing heart, so empty inside.<br /><br />Let the fresh air tunnel inside<br />flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<br />unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket<br />and absolve yourself of the constant rain.<br />Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud<br />some glossy shade of not quite clean<br /><br />Grab a piece of paper, white and clean<br />as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,<br />close your eyes and write away the mud,<br />let it seep from that cavity where you store e-<br />merging thoughts against the months of rain<br />and wrap round you dreams, as if a lover's blanketrob kistnerhttp://image-verse.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-69407076128777816412009-04-25T16:58:00.000-07:002009-04-25T16:58:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is fi...When you've had enough of rain<br />and your yard is filled with mud<br />it might be time to burrow inside<br />the couch. It may be time to blanket<br />the children in what cloth is clean<br />and read them a windblown story.<br /><br />Later, open the windows of your second-story<br />castle. After all, you've earned your reign<br />with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<br />raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<br />Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<br />your wailing heart, so empty inside.<br /><br />Let the fresh air tunnel inside<br />flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<br />unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket<br />and absolve yourself of the constant rain.<br />Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud<br />some glossy shade of not quite clean<br /><br />Grab a piece of paper, white and clean<br />as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,<br />close your eyes and write away the mud,<br />let it seep from that cavity where you store e-<br />merging thoughts against the months of rainCatherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08236329216260906624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-77359549218254402732009-04-08T18:29:00.000-07:002009-04-08T18:29:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-story<BR/>castle. After all, you've earned your reign<BR/>with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<BR/>raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<BR/>Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<BR/>your wailing heart, so empty inside.<BR/><BR/>Let the fresh air tunnel inside<BR/>flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<BR/>unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket<BR/>and absolve yourself of the constant rain.<BR/>Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud<BR/>some glossy shade of not quite clean<BR/><BR/>Grab a piece of paper, white and clean<BR/>as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,<BR/>close your eyes and write away the mud,<BR/>let it seep from that cavity where you store e-Linda Jacobshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14459940700516084069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-22578752574441082942009-04-07T21:07:00.000-07:002009-04-07T21:07:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-story<BR/>castle. After all, you've earned your reign<BR/>with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<BR/>raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<BR/>Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<BR/>your wailing heart, so empty inside.<BR/><BR/>Let the fresh air tunnel inside<BR/>flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<BR/>unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket<BR/>and absolve yourself of the constant rain.<BR/>Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud<BR/>some glossy shade of not quite clean<BR/><BR/>Grab a piece of paper, white and clean<BR/>as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,<BR/>close your eyes and write away the mudMalleryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16339823723133184582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-88829102132770427932009-04-07T17:21:00.000-07:002009-04-07T17:21:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-story<BR/>castle. After all, you've earned your reign<BR/>with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<BR/>raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<BR/>Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<BR/>your wailing heart, so empty inside.<BR/><BR/>Let the fresh air tunnel inside<BR/>flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<BR/>unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket<BR/>and absolve yourself of the constant rain.<BR/>Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud<BR/>some glossy shade of not quite clean<BR/><BR/>Grab a piece of paper, white and clean<BR/>as your bones, free of marrow, seen from insideJillhttp://jillypoet.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-59813678940286462332009-04-05T15:21:00.000-07:002009-04-05T15:21:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-story<BR/>castle. After all, you've earned your reign<BR/>with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<BR/>raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<BR/>Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<BR/>your wailing heart, so empty inside.<BR/><BR/>Let the fresh air tunnel inside<BR/>flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<BR/>unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket<BR/>and absolve yourself of the constant rain.<BR/>Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud<BR/>some glossy shade of not quite clean<BR/><BR/>Grab a piece of paper, white and cleanLinda Jacobshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14459940700516084069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-76847455364394505642009-04-04T19:19:00.000-07:002009-04-04T19:19:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-story<BR/>castle. After all, you've earned your reign<BR/>with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<BR/>raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<BR/>Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<BR/>your wailing heart, so empty inside.<BR/><BR/>Let the fresh air tunnel inside<BR/>flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<BR/>unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket<BR/>and absolve yourself of the constant rain.<BR/>Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud<BR/>some glossy shade of not quite cleanJillhttp://jillypoet.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-57913961141166388022009-04-03T13:34:00.000-07:002009-04-03T13:34:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-story<BR/>castle. After all, you've earned your reign<BR/>with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<BR/>raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<BR/>Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<BR/>your wailing heart, so empty inside.<BR/><BR/>Let the fresh air tunnel inside<BR/>flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<BR/>unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket<BR/>and absolve yourself of the constant rain.<BR/>Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mudLinda Jacobshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14459940700516084069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-19418250102076469452009-04-03T12:18:00.000-07:002009-04-03T12:18:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-story<BR/>castle. After all, you've earned your reign<BR/>with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<BR/>raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<BR/>Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<BR/>your wailing heart, so empty inside.<BR/><BR/>Let the fresh air tunnel inside<BR/>flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<BR/>unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket<BR/>and absolve yourself of the constant rain.Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09701158085304753313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-15855725920289837732009-04-03T11:51:00.000-07:002009-04-03T11:51:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-story<BR/>castle. After all, you've earned your reign<BR/>with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<BR/>raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<BR/>Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<BR/>your wailing heart, so empty inside.<BR/><BR/>Let the fresh air tunnel inside<BR/>flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,<BR/>unpin the sun skulking behind the blanketchristinehttp://balancedontheedge.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-5956629254936721052009-04-03T07:40:00.000-07:002009-04-03T07:40:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-story<BR/>castle. After all, you've earned your reign<BR/>with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<BR/>raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<BR/>Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<BR/>your wailing heart, so empty inside.<BR/><BR/>Let the fresh air tunnel inside<BR/>flesh the bad karma from your dusty historyJillhttp://jillypoet.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-4678584091291122622009-04-02T18:58:00.000-07:002009-04-02T18:58:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-story<BR/>castle. After all, you've earned your reign<BR/>with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<BR/>raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<BR/>Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<BR/>your wailing heart, so empty inside.<BR/><BR/>Let the fresh air tunnel insidechristinehttp://balancedontheedge.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-76487507310420845382009-04-02T14:06:00.000-07:002009-04-02T14:06:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-story<BR/>castle. After all, you've earned your reign<BR/>with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<BR/>raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<BR/>Stick your head out and let the wind blanket<BR/>your wailing heart, so empty insideMarilyn Zembo Dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16305444755958791776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-34764378846135159212009-04-01T13:38:00.000-07:002009-04-01T13:38:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-story<BR/>castle. After all, you've earned your reign<BR/>with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<BR/>raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.<BR/>Stick your head out and let the wind blanketLinda Jacobshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14459940700516084069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-37319486783546824732009-04-01T11:49:00.000-07:002009-04-01T11:49:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-story<BR/>castle. After all, you've earned your reign<BR/>with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean<BR/>raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mudjillhttp://jillypoet.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-8398886134735536552009-03-31T14:56:00.000-07:002009-03-31T14:56:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-story<BR/>castle. After all, you've earned your reign<BR/>with mops and Pledge and Mr. CleanMarilyn Zembo Dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16305444755958791776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-44674841384592542512009-03-31T11:33:00.000-07:002009-03-31T11:33:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-story<BR/>castle. After all, you've earned your reignJillhttp://jillypoet.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-49967082696045215122009-03-30T13:35:00.000-07:002009-03-30T13:35:00.000-07:00When you've had enough of rainand your yard is fil...When you've had enough of rain<BR/>and your yard is filled with mud<BR/>it might be time to burrow inside<BR/>the couch. It may be time to blanket<BR/>the children in what cloth is clean<BR/>and read them a windblown story.<BR/><BR/>Later, open the windows of your second-storyLinda Jacobshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14459940700516084069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765970379462364539.post-35630422688327588412009-03-30T13:28:00.000-07:002009-03-30T13:28:00.000-07:00ok folks, we have our 6 end words: rainmudinsidebl...ok folks, we have our 6 end words: <BR/><BR/>rain<BR/>mud<BR/>inside<BR/>blanket<BR/>clean<BR/>story<BR/><BR/>now let's sestina!Jillhttp://jillypoet.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com