Saturday, January 31, 2015
the acceptance of the perfect poet award for week 79, how uplifting!
an old eagle, soaring high and wide, in the bluest sky, life at usa is eating apple pie,
what fun! Thanks for bestowing such a gem to me, giggles.
for week 80 Thursday Poetry Rally, I wish to have this poet included in the award list:
i know the officials will make the final decision, but at least, there is a chance to win.
When I write poetry,
An alien comes to mind;
When I read stories,
My eyes begin to go blind;
How can this happen?
I have to beg your pardon;
Yet happy to be busy,
I plant a secret garden.