11/01/2014

Well the sun sprays the tree tops with love.
Tomorrow the poet goes back to work…x
I will not bow to unemployment, I will not scrape my heart or knees.
And I shall write whatever I please .
Maybe time to do sonnets and things….to sort out my pen and give me wings.
Not flying far however,
Que sera sera x
Livvi xx

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