And in a great sweep of magic
That could have been tragic
I crashed into an alien world
My people would cry
They’d not understand why
How my life-blood was roaring
My senses soaring
Around me, diamond-spangled
Mosses, horns and skeletal trees
In awe I fell to my knees
Did our world hold greater treasures than these
crispina kemp 
A beautiful poem Crispina.
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Thank you, Sadje. I love these little lichens and mosses, you might have noticed
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Yes I know! And you know their names and types too.
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I’m not so good at naming mosses, I will admit
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I think you’re very knowledgeable
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I guess it’s cos my parents provided me with an wide-ranging library as a child, and the habit of diving into books for answers, once formed, remains. And I’ve a hungry head!
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This the best gift parents can give to their children
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The local school thanked me for providing the same for my children
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Awesome 👏🏼
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Quite an adventure in so few words
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Thank you, Violet. This is an environment which inspires me
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Oh, that was wonderful, Crispina!
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Thank you. I enjoyed writing that one. I love that miniscule community. Worth getting sandy knees for!
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Love love love this ♥️
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Thank you. Such an explosive reaction, rosy-up my cheeks!
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What a lovely poem, Crispina!
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Thank you, Chris. Inspiration snaffled me. What could I do but obey the muse and tap the keys
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You have a very creative mind, dear.
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Thank you, Indira. I shan’t deny it 💖
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