haikuLion Cub. (haiku) Brown curls wild and free he roars under the hot sun; king of the playground. © Nancy Botta, 2019 Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Standard
you have a voice i’d like to hear….hits me every time like; wow, how does she put words together like that? LikeLiked by 1 person April 16, 2019 at 1:01 pm Reply
A well crafted piece indeed. Me likey. Btw, thanks for liking my recent post ‘Back Then’ and for following The Poets Peace, your support is deeply appreciated. LikeLiked by 2 people April 16, 2019 at 5:58 pm Reply
Your words remind me of a young grandson. Beautiful! LikeLiked by 1 person April 27, 2019 at 8:18 pm Reply
Lovely! Makes me think of my babies and the fun we had when they were little. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person April 30, 2019 at 11:18 am Reply
So many people saying it reminds them of their children, I’m like damn reminds me of my last night out XD LikeLiked by 1 person May 10, 2019 at 3:32 pm Reply
Rusted Honey 
If only they could stay small and untamed…
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you have a voice i’d like to hear….hits me every time like; wow, how does she put words together like that?
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A well crafted piece indeed. Me likey.
Btw, thanks for liking my recent post ‘Back Then’ and for following The Poets Peace, your support is deeply appreciated.
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I have a grandson too;)
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Your words remind me of a young grandson. Beautiful!
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Lovely! Makes me think of my babies and the fun we had when they were little. 🙂
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Sweet. Love this.
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So many people saying it reminds them of their children, I’m like damn reminds me of my last night out XD
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Brilliant metaphor for childhood! 🙂
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