NaNoKey9

"Now is the winter of our discontent..."Was that shakespeare?
It keeps popping into my head, and compelling me to write of it.

When will this phrase fade from my head?
When winter actually starts?
When spring approaches?

Time to open the windows and let the fresh warm air enter our domain.

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Chapter 1
(meaning everything that preceded was an intro)

twas dark and stormy
winds raged, walls shook, hail fell
somewhere else on earth

in this harbour ville
it was cool, cloudy, and dark
night tends to be dark

city lights reflect
off low-laying clouds and fog
making night brighter

treking 'cross the bridge
we dropped dandelion tops
to spin down below

dandelions spin
far down from a child's hand
to ride harbour waves

she paints bugs and snakes
he plays mini basketball
I await my love

Spyro the Dragon
waits patiently to be played
'cause he's got no choice

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to all well-wishers
whose thoughts silent or spoken
fill with grateful love

love empowers life
love fuels creative spirit
love inspires all

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