There is nothing under the tree
that could bring as much joy to me
as a young child’s squeal of glee
when they get to open up and see
the wonders of a bedded Christmas Eve
their anticipation dripping heavily
Oranges pulled from stockinged sleeves
comes the release of temptation, finally!
the literary asylum
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Creativity conquers all!
A Gender Transition Journey
Light, Love, and Magic in the Hills of East Tennessee
The Art and Craft of Blogging
Examining the extraordinary and the mundane
AM Roselli's art & writing site
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
(re)Living History, with occasional attempts at humor and the rare pot-luck subject. Sorry, it's BYOB. All I have is Hamm's.
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But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an everflowing stream. Amos 5:24
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