Baby Oak leaf

Trip to the sheshed , I was carrying a chair and two totes, Teturning to my home, I chanced to look down, The.vista before me , Captured the essense of my imagination, In a trice I had ssiled away, My mass a mighty Oak leave, I was the size of a Lillyputten, Of Guliver’s fame,Continue reading “Baby Oak leaf”

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