The sultry night hung heavy,
Like moist towel smothered air,
Neighbors snuggled tenderly,
No chance of a bugaboo scare.
My city snored while I wrote,
Until a melody danced to my ear.
“An insect symphony!” I’d rapturously dote.
Nature soothes… if only you could hear.
The Raw, Refreshing Writings of Roderick Wills 
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Stay golden pony boy
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Threw me back with that one. What a book.
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What an interesting twist! Loved it!
That is a new way of thinking about that mosquito buzzing in my ear!
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Thanks so much! Yes!! It is something that is inherently annoying but I believe these are the things that one should be able to find beautiful.
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Loved it.
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Thanks so much for reading and saying so!
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“An Insect Symphony!”…sensitive ears, to hear what no one else does. You must be a careful listener. Keep it up!
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I’ve been told that before but never with such care. I will, and you do the same thank you George!
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Love this!
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And I love your avatar picture! Thanks for reading and your comment.
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Thanks! I took that pic in Mom’s garden. No prob! Your blog is interesting, so I’ll be reading a lot more.
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Thank you for stopping by my blog – figured I’d pay you a visit in return. Good luck with all of your writing and I shall look forward to reading more of your works 😊
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Well penned😊
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