March 25, 2016Bioman, Poet, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized 8 Comments Golfballs Golfballs: Nature’s way of saying “Bye” Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
It’s looking like a beautiful morning here, I’m full of cheer and I’m waiting for you to like a poem called “Structural Colour II” and I too. LikeLiked by 1 person
You know, it’s a fine day here – wish we could talk elsewhere than here. Take care and have a good rest-of-the-day. B LikeLiked by 1 person
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 
hi
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Hey. Good afternoon (?). I hope you have a great smilingly fine day!
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Good afternoon Bruce!
yeah! jus bkk frm colZ ;p
how r u doin
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It’s looking like a beautiful morning here, I’m full of cheer and I’m waiting for you to like a poem called “Structural Colour II” and I too.
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Nope! ;p
m nt gonna like ;d
hehe
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snigger! Tease!
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haha
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You know, it’s a fine day here – wish we could talk elsewhere than here. Take care and have a good rest-of-the-day. B
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