A New Poem Every Morning / Poetry / Writings My Friends Are Flakes December 15, 2012 lindastudley4 Comments My friends are shiny flakes at the bottom of the pan as I swirl through the mud of life’s alluvial fan. #357 Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
From one flake to another–haha!–pure gold.
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Thanks!
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I like this one a lot.. you are so clever..
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I am so lucky to have so many flakes in my life! lol
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