Poem from Hagar:
Imagination
sparkling gift, wealth of childhood…
it brush-paints long days
pours hourglass full…illusions
spiced honey panacea–
Harsh-edged Time erodes
warps veneer…Reality
bared leaves soul at risk
~H~
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Poetry ~ Cabbage After Christmas 
Philippians 4:8 KJV – 8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
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Yes indeed, thanks brother Frank.
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bravo, so beautiful… 😍😍
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Thank you 😊
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