I stopped to ponder my neighbor in green,
Who, eyes near closed in dreamlike sheen,
Lay ankles crossed and head on arm a’lean;
He snorted, half asleep in his pastoral scene,
Then snapped halfhearted at black fly on wing;
I chuckled then and left my neighbor in green.
The Writings of William C. Pennington 
Fun!!!!
But, I can’t help wonder if I’ve met this guy..in a church!
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I’ve posted the complete poem in the past, maybe it sounds familiar? Maybe you read it during a sermon! 😄😄
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giggling
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You’re on a roll!
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😄😄❤
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Adorable!
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