The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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PIXIES

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I saw my Pixies

This last weekend with no end.

Oh how I love them

Little girls just wonder

Where is my Daddy right now?

Asks Precious to me

He's in the bathroom.

Okay then, say the sisters

Then they scamper off.

The sisters feel safe

Grampa is enough, I guess

Thought the two sisters.

Where is Mr. Smith?

I forgot about his post.

When I need him most

Besides Mr. Smith

Where is my friend Mr. Moat?

He loved Mr. Smith.

Spring is coming soon

Twelve hours of sunlight

So dark it has been.

But real light has come

Through children running around

Laughing together.

I have been depressed

Darkness in the afternoon

Now it is lighter

I would come to this

Here would be something

Something different

A different take

Where is Mr. Smith

Oh he is in the bathroom

And he is grooming.

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I have been ignoring this site.

This site is a gift from the gods of dagblog.

I just thought about this site today.

and i wonder what the hell time it is?

 

 

 

 

Comments

There are pixies in my life too that lifted me out of a darkness. Babies and little kids are sunshine bombs. Let's see if I have retained enough brain cells to upload a couple of pics of my grandbabies, Cloudy and the Butter Bean...

Cloudy

Butter Bean

 


Awww ... angel


Wonderful Flower.

My son will not allow me to pix my pixies. hahahahah

I knew immediately that this decision was not mine to make.

I just wished to admire your pixie.

THIS IS FUN, RIGHT? HA


I miss the guy too.
He still helps me remember
what courage looks like.
 


Richard, you might like this

 


it's on topic and a viral hit because it's an anti-depressant, too:


Sunshine bomb!!!  laugh


Oh Flower, I just caught this. WONDERFUL!


just got to share this one:


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