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a childhood story , my mother would tell ;
of a believer in dreams and an old wishing well. . With all of his heart , he believed that it could; give substance to wishes , through it's old stones and wood. From way-deep in it's waters , he heard a good spirit ; " Wish not with your tongue ,from your heart , I can hear it." What should he wish for ,what thing does he need ? This spender of dreams , has no heart for greed. . Not gold did he hope for ,nor could he think of ; any treasure more priceless , than someone to love..... . It's just a child's story , to MY children I'll tell ; of a dreamer who made his OWN wishing well. . While building it , told stories filled with folklore ; then gave it to his love to see what SHE'd wish for.....W.P. |
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No more will brother whale echo your song for miles. Ended are my hectic days, that were gentled by your touch; The surface dwellers pollute our seas, ( too few know how much ). Oh, dear daughter, were you yet alive, wouldn't you I'd spoil still ? But alas, you're gone, another victim of their accursed oil spill !! ..W.P. 
...Written & Drawn by W. Pennell 1987... |
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| A house is not a HOME
, til within ,some people live ;
A heart is not a SOUL , til it has love to give . A bird is not an ANGEL , although they both do fly ; One , earth-bound , the other Heaven-sent, just like you and I. |
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