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Gorgeous brown eyes I wonder—What’s in his beautiful mind That handsome face makes me smile He warms my heart across the miles The crackle of chemistry—it’s so right This sweetheart of a gentle knight I want to know more of his mind What makes his heart race I’m sure I’ll find time This gift I’m grateful to find And lost in Heaven am I. 6-27-20

Synopsis:   Fear Mon ger , along with Dr. Heinz Doofenschmirtz and the Scarecrow scheme to use a broadcast signal that can make anyone make their worst fears come to life, along with an extra dose of Scarecrow's world-infamous fear toxin. Two of their targets are Woodton "Woody" Woodpecker and Michael Theodore "Mickey" Mouse. The Rangers learn that laughter can conquer fear. In a backstory, the Toons decide to pay Edward and Dolores Valiant a visit in their home in Toontown. Chapter 1—Golden Voice, Ill Intentions Metro Dhals was a man that had never really had a solid father figure growing up during his childhood. Ghibran was an alcoholic, a man that never wanted to be settled down in a parental role. He tended to be fine until his lips hit fire water, and then everything changed. Eventually, Iris and Metro had to leave due to Ghibran’s abusive nature, berating and threats. They knew that if they hung around, they would become vict

Fluff flies from above Gossamer specks land on grass It resembles snow, cascading down A fantasyscape Surprising my eyes It is a cottonwood parade And I'm marching along The sun is warm upon my face I'm full of vigor and life Smiling as the cottonwood waltzes down On a late afternoon in June.  6/5/20

The low drone of bullfrogs Accompanies my walk Their singing a form of talk They say to their intendeds 'Notice me' 'Listen to me sing' Underneath the bright full moon On a humid night in the beginning of June Nature serenades a tune Lulled by a bullfrog melody.  6/5/20

Weaving a 'J' pattern through the sky They speak in pulses of light Bright yellow against the night Turning darkness bright This odd courtship such a delight As they dance before my eyes I giggle, my awe like a child I wish I could comprehend Their language is a mystery Science studies them intimately Making sense of the foreign I thrill at the electric ballet These fascinating fireflies And what they have to say So don't be surprised if every night I thrill to the language of light.  6/2/20