Resaca Rose: Strange Sightings

Friday, July 15, 2011

Strange Sightings

I saw this deer in someone's front yard on my way home.

Look what was out in the daytime!

It may be Dracula. I'm not sure.

Little 'Possum.

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Susan B AdamsJuly 16, 2011 at 6:49 AM
Pam, I love your Resaca Rose Writings, and please don't stop Sweetie! I love you,,, Susan
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Miss PambJuly 16, 2011 at 1:36 PM
Thank you so much for your encouragement. I didn't know the people that responded all read Resaca Rose. I sure do appreciate it. I love you too.
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The old believe everything; the middle-aged suspect everything; the young know everything. Oscar Wilde

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* * * * * * My Favorite Poem * * * * * *

APRIL RAIN
It isn't raining rain to me, it's raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see wild flowers on the hills.
The clouds of grey engulf the day and overwhelm the town -
It isn't raining rain to me, it's raining roses down.

It isn't raining rain to me, but fields of clover bloom
Where any buccaneering bee may find a bed and room,
A health unto the happy, a fig for him who frets -
It isn't raining rain to me, it's raining violets.

***

Poem by Robert Loveman, a famous poet

who lived in Dalton Georgia

(1864-1923)

Friday, July 15, 2011

Strange Sightings

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