These layers protect tender soul
Need caressing, soft touches
Claws will disappear
Softest hands will hold near
dear, to her heart
These layers protect tender soul
Need caressing, soft touches
Claws will disappear
Softest hands will hold near
dear, to her heart
Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything 
Your mind is wise. Beautifully done. Without saying words..my favorite part, AB. I’ve had a few of those moments in my life…they are the best of times.
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Thank you AD for the wonderful comment 🙂
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Of course, AB 🙂
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One does wonder what was causing that …
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🙂 must be the presence of an annoying photographer 🙂
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You think she was getting ready to biff you? [grin]
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Not think… sure, have a swollen face currently, few teeth missing 😉 troubles I go through to bring these images for all of you 🙂 if only someone knew 🙂
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Oh, poor AB …! There, there …
[M.R. is brushed aside and trampled on by a horde of female followers desperate to comfort the damaged poet]
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😀 🙂
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And you missed handsome, dashing damaged poet in that description 🙂
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Motherly pat …
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🙂
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If I may I’d like to post this on my “Poems I Like” page at my sit
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Absolutely 🙂 thank you so much, appreciate the generosity 🙂
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I love this! Very clear and true. Neat XX
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Exceptional photography and poetry. Quite a match! 🙂
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You are too kind, thank you so much 🙂
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Beautiful AB. I really like this one. Tender and sweet.
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Many many thanks Staci 🙂
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I love to dress in layers myself…and a big part of that comes from how safe I feel when i am covered in layers. This post made me smile.
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Good to know, I am really pleased to hear that 🙂
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Beautiful …
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Reblogged this on PenneyVanderbilt.
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