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mourning doves sing a somber song
I wonder when does the sorrow end
I want to taste the bubbles of life
again
fill my flute with golden champagne
uncork fizzles of delight, let my spirit
once again sing in joyous giggles
of blossoming spring
posted for dVerse
Quadrille #27 - writing a poem
consisting of 44 words - using
giggle.
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I look forward to hearing that joyous giggles of blosomming spring ~
ReplyDeleteI hope you find your giggle again.
ReplyDeleteHopefully your gigging is sprung as spring comes along.
ReplyDeletegiggling* can't spell what the hell lol
DeleteI hope your cup of giggles overflows. Soon.
ReplyDeleteFor one who flows such beautiful words sparkles are searching
ReplyDeleteOh, yes. Fill my flute, too!
ReplyDeleteah, happiness, such a flimsy category!
ReplyDeleteShe said, "flute". How come you're being so not naughty today, Dezzzmeister von Dezzyland?
DeleteOh hi, True.
Yes I want to giggle too.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful poem! I love the words you used! Big Hugs!
ReplyDeleteI hope you sing in the giggles of spring, my friend.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your poem. I long for spring. Have a nice day. Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
ReplyDeleteOh joy! Bubbling a greeting to the bursting spring....
ReplyDeleteMay the giggles of blossoming spring be with you.
ReplyDeleteI love this, especially, Trudessa:
ReplyDelete"I want to taste the bubbles of life
again"
I can feel this, on my tongue.
Sorry it took me so long to get over your way. So glad I did.
Manliness be damned, I do enjoy a good giggle. You actually made me want champagne with this. And I don't ever drink champagne. A toast - to many giggles!
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