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Join Date: Jan 2008
Posts: 11,805
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Elder Member
Join Date: Jan 2008
Posts: 11,805
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the soft dirt beneath my toes
barefoot on a country road
stepping lightly as i wander a path
wandering so far its time i sat
the fine dust of the worn trail
I drag my toes through it like a snail
slow and steady i write my name
the dirts so soft writings a game
so i leave my mark and look below
footprints in the dirt along the road
yikes lol
ok some one else enjoy dirt as a subject
next tag is
Mud Pies
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