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Google did the pcitures
Hadonfield's kites/Hadonfield's Gardens
Hadonfield's Kites
He crafts his words
They fly like kites
In his skilled hands
wonderous things happen
The kites rise and dance;
They bring on the chance
For love and happiness
Hadonfield's Dream
His happiness
is in
his Sanctuary
He lays his head
on the stone
the stone conserves;
protects
living waters
the forest smiles
and embraces
his dreams.
5 comments:
Great!
Nat
That is the most beautiful thing I have ever read. You are simply a wonderful humanbeing. Thank you so much for this. I appreaciate it very deeply.
Love
(((HUGS)))
Your friend
Hadonfield
beautiful...
be well,
Dawn
I like where Michael Myers goes back to Haddonfield and Donald Pleasance is trying to find him, going "What was behind those eyes was pure... eeee-vil."
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