Drinks, anyone? A rye wind Blows across a barley field And flavor saturates the air Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreEmailLike this:Like Loading... Author: What Words May Come Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer; View all posts by What Words May Come
Ha… It happens… Been out of sorts with work, so that spills over… so to speak! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Your muse is in a bit of a strange mood?
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Ha… It happens… Been out of sorts with work, so that spills over… so to speak!
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Smells like amber waves of grain!
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Hahaha…I see what you did there!
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A Writer in the Rye?
Could be a best seller 🤔
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Ha… Well, write it, brother! ;-))
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