We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
| Really dull the world would be, if only lines and grays, Dancing reds taste honey, See? While seven blue displays! Sandy banks the amber eight as "Doc" floats butterfly. Tarnished "Lightning" grovels late. His green tears salty cry. Christmas coffee's streusel cake glitters rainbow hues. Tasteful huggings fibers make the garments brownish dues. See you purple ocean's nine that ends the cotton candy swirl? The tempest needles glare repine for floating angel white, the girl. Maple syrup flows from one as Skittles fall from two, Apple Strudel three is fun, whipped topping four for you. Jump around our quilted world to see the numbers talk. Snuggle up as clam shells pearled before your senses balk. by Jay O'Toole on January 18th, 2018 |