tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post7705878212976133964..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: Tiny SpikesElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-39413800034853415342014-06-26T11:41:42.591-07:002014-06-26T11:41:42.591-07:00I'm a lurker here - I think I've probably ...I'm a lurker here - I think I've probably commented once before :)<br /><br />This post reminds me of a poem I wrote four years ago about sticking cactus spines in my fingers. It's a lot more lighthearted than how you're feeling, but I thought I'd share anyway. Might make you smile.<br /><br />http://danabugseyeview.blogspot.com/2010/08/poetry-bus-is-prickly-pear.html<br />The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-35361644701308655482014-06-24T18:53:02.108-07:002014-06-24T18:53:02.108-07:00the difference is the pushing and pulling
left a ...the difference is the pushing and pulling<br /><br />left a review :)<br /><br />xo rockin mamamichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09861251743062824891noreply@blogger.com