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More bubbles and a little poetry

Spent some time yesterday blowing more bubbles in town - I think this could be a regular Sunday pastime!
I had some food colouring with me too, but there were too many people around, so I bottled out of colouring the puddles. Soon - there's rarely a puddle shortage in Manchester.

A poem came into my head at the weekend, which I've shared on BookCrossing.

These trees
Naked against a grey sky.
'How desolate', you say?
Look closer:
Each branchlet swells
Pregnant with Spring.


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Feb. 7th, 2005 12:19 pm (UTC)
That's a nice little poem.
Feb. 7th, 2005 12:27 pm (UTC)
I realy love that poem honey
Made me feel , oh whats the word? it will come to me!
Congratulations on your second outing of bubble blowing, hopeful, that's it, the poem made me feel hopeful, your well on your way to becoming a mystery of Manchester, like the 'Market Street Mincer' and the 'Hare Man of St Peters Square' you will be known as the 'Bubble Blower in Purple' I love it, and all those people's lives which you have brightened, fantastic. Can't wait to see the colored puddles though, you really are a special person Kairon. Huge walloping kisses and hugs.
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