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Devil's ivy grows. Geckos rustle through thick greens, summer noon alive. Written for picture prompt challenge : Haiku Frida...

Thursday, August 27, 2015

O is for ... Opportunity

I am born daily,
out of the dust of stars.
With each sunrise,
I bring promises of light.
A dimpled smile and playing peekaboo,
I am your opportunity.


Jenny Matlock
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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