A dose of deadly poison, to draw me up above,
Away from life, its hurting, release this wounded dove.
Flying, fainting, fading, no more, from all thereof,
Until the one should find me, who’d plant a kiss of love.
~ D.F.
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Dan Frugalberg 
I love the contrast in this photo. Very nice.
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Thank you very much, Susan. Lovely to have you here. Blessings always. 😊
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Dear Dan, I hope you aren’t feeling sad today.
Leslie
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Many thanks for asking, Leslie. No, I’m fine, just a touch melancholic …
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So often we seem to need the trials to turn our thoughts upward. take care.
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How true. Thank you for your affirmation. 😊
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Lovely one, Daniel.
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Thank you very much 😀
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Daniel?
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At your service. 😊
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😛
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Don’t know why I suddenly had a doubt about your name, saw Dan but I called you Daniel in my previous comment then I thought what if his name was Dante ? 😀 Well please don’t mind about me, nurses here say that I’m under control…
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That’s what the warden said about me too! 😆
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😀
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beautiful poison!
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Thank you! 😃
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