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Cold
Frost white morning
I slip my head beneath my duvet
No way are my feet moving
From this warm cover
Today I stay hidden from the world
To dream of things to come
A future made of stardust
With bright green jewels
A land where you leave a wish
Knowing it will come true…
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 
Makes me want to snuggle under the covers. Beautiful. 🙂
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Best thing to do, this weather, Diana…
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Well done!
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Thanks, Mark…
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This is beautiful, Anita ❤
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What a lovely thing to say, thanks, Jacquie…
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This is a great poem, Anita.
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Thank you, Robbie…
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What a perfect lie in, perhaps the best part of the day when dreams might still come true.
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Would be good!
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I Love this Anita. “A future made of stardust…” This has a lovely, soft quality to it. ❤
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Thank you, Penny…
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