
Oh ladle our world with pails of Peace
as soft as angel biscuits
floating
on fluttery napkins
as we fly in this picnic basket
above silky skies
to our special spot…
the spot where heaven grows white picket fences
next to marmalade trees
and all lost children
find their way
home
to their very own spot around the family table,
where pails of peace are poured like honey
and everyone
has enough
to eat
So cutely 😍 written…✍️… Very nice..Love to read this..👍👍👌👌☺️
@kae
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Thanks so much:)
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A truly wonderful sentiment
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🙂
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Awesome poem Kay! well done! ❤ 🙂
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Thanks:)
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