Sunday, June 05, 2016

A Fart in the Wind

Nine years of blogging
are like a fart in the wind.
What are four days more?

4 comments:

  1. Nine years for me too
    gathering friends like flowers
    blowing in the wind.

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  2. Time flies like poppy seeds in the wind.
    Friends come and sometimes fly like poppy seeds in the wind.
    The seeds of those friends remain forever.
    (my words are not a Haiku poem, but given a little time I could work them into one).

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