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  WELCOME, one and all to the second volume of the troubadour's musings (pictures into his soul) evolution cannot tarry new visions come starry-eyed to everyone curious enough to indulge in fantasy and dreams troubadours are muses for the masses, singing and frolicking gayly although as the sunset wanes I pray to the moon the joy is always shared... A HUGE THANKS to Carolina Blue  — may he rest in peace — for the Brand New Blue Ribbon he awarded this new humble demeure for my musings.And here's a newly written tribute from our dear Thomas  . Thanks so much, Thomas, Master Harper.Master Cleaver Alfred Booth twitters -- the whole world flitters across the daunted page -- as though upon a stage with words so rich with meaning -- of drama's din not weaning never failing to enthrall -- right through the curtain call © Thomas Harper  Check out my P.(tree)Log at the following link: "Scattered leaves with poetic imprints"  by alfred booth, wanbli ska  |
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