In my possession I have
A pair of crystal balls
Would you believe that
Sometimes they can predict the future
Upward to nine months?
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
Photography: Every story has a picture and every picture has a story.
through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
Lifelong learner and blogging enthusiast
We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming
Poetry, stories and some random words...
Ideas, opinion, tips, advice, inspiration, and motivation of daily life.
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Benjamin Grossman 
You clever Poet!
Thanks!
LOL!!!! Crystal eh. That stuff’s rock hard. And other than Torvants, perhaps the only kind of rocks that grow.
*Trovants not Torvants!! Here I go getting all comment-caffeinated again. :))
Thanks for you caffeinated comments. They are always a pleasure to read!
And what I meant was that this poem was really clever!! and cheeky. :)) You are not afraid to have fun with words… it’s very inspiring.
Thanks again. Sweet of you to say. We should all try to “create dangerously” a bit of the time, if not all of it if we can.
I’ve got an 8 ball. Is that similar?
Haha. I think so. It has about the same accuracy.
😳🤣😋 you’re a clever dog
Thanks 🙂
One of my favorites🤭
But yeah I love yoUr blog, my favorite one
Thanks a lot, truly. Eye Luv Ur blog as well! 🤍
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