

Creeping Summer GardenLike heaven this must be, My creeping summer garden, She is green all over, Except the bursts of floral turmoil, And the fields of flaxen gold, Which stretch to the horizon, As far as the eye can see, Till the brink of the earth.Creeping Summer Garden
There is no poison, In my creeping summer garden, But the winding rose creeps, Through my white window, And with purple-red thorns, Pricks me, I am enticed by Sickly sweet flowers again.
Man and Beast are at peace, In my creeping summer garden, The insects do not mind me, As they harvest for


Adopted.My mother has a jewellery box, I used to play with her pearls, I'd suck on them like solid silk, And bite on them To check if they were real, My mother isn't my real mother, If I had bitten her, Would I have noticed the difference?Adopted.


Take this, this jewel.I cant imagine that Grandmamma was too pleased when she heard that she had three unfamiliar relatives coming to live with her. I cant imagine her pleased at all as a matter of fact, for her face seems to remain placid whatever the situation. However, it had not been our fault the responsibility of an estranged widow and her offspring were forced upon her anyway. When father died, we had all predicted it, it was inevitable. Where we lived, sudden and similar deaths were not unusual.Take this, this jewel.
We used to live in Lancashire;
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My Gallery
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I am Bloody Britishly British.
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With enough passion, anything is possible. Don't fear to be a dreamer or a visionary. You can do anything. You just have to do it.
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im lovin the work btw
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"Art washes away from the Soul the Dust of everyday Life" ~ Pablo Picasso
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