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How it Will End— Depends on ME!

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Here we are again; time to paint a little, our paint chips can be viewed below.

This is How it will End

The Journey, we are within —
Yesterday, like the first kiss
never again!

Bygone the golden hour of the past —
Wasted? Melted as an ice cap
Nevermore!

Will eternity be sipping amethyst wine
and camomile tea relaxing on soft clouds
or

Dodging hot pink, habanero flames
Continually seeking to devour!

How it will end depends on me!   

Eternity

 

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How to Get Rich Fast

dVerse wants something SILLY, just turn on the DAILY NEWS!

It seems the whole world is SILLY!
A Plandemic, oops I mean Pandemic?
New dances like — Social Distancing, ♫♪
Sheltering in Place ♪ Quarantining the Healthy ♫
Don’t miss this tip
For what its worth,
Buy stock in toilet paper.
Get rich fast!

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A Little Advice on True Love

What a Challenge this time for me, it was indeed!  

A Little Bit of Advice about True Love

 

True Love is not ever-changing as an inchworm
After the fire, is a hot potato — affirmed

To love is to serve, as a sunflower serves God
Testing love by a mistletoe — certainly odd

Grapefruits quite sour, as well as wild mushroom, are chance
When he’s willing to serve you, its time for romance

 

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Try It … Take a Break … Relax!

Try It!  It’s your turn to do creative writing using these paint chip words below.

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Before God created — only obsidian
Although God needed nothing and so nothing was
The Three perfectly happy; their alpine, their all.
Rich soil, snow angels totally they created!
All-knowing, God, absolutely spoke: “I predict!”
A jaded panther appears, red flag certainly!
Before God created — only obsidian

 

Ah! Another Challenge, dVerse, poetry

His Masterpiece

DressedInBlue

Looking down into the Grand Canyon is scary indeed!
Looking up into the Niagara Falls, the Power of God!
I see His aura surrounding Him among His creations;
Totality gathers around His masterpiece, His mother!
Created especially for her role.
I think of her as my wishing well
With an antique rose in her hair
Upon it, a tiny dewdrop.
Without her, only a foggy harbor.

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