Habit is the hand that shapes the heart.
A soul becomes the soldier of its faith.
Peace prevails through courage and by art.
Pride is vanity, the preacher saith.
Yet love is sky to mountains and to seas.
Evil and good lie blissful in its arms.
All may find that joy with equal ease,
Sunlight radiant above life's storms.
The character is written on the face
Even as the soul receives its grace,
Restored to innocence and on its knees
Stay safe and have an easy day. xx

sprinkles xx

Hi xxx

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Return Sprinkles

Spotted a Mallard TYVM and thanks for spotting our White Mouse x

Sprinkles

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Good morning x

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𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓼
(¸💛´ (¸.💙´´¯`💚.¸¸.💜

✨💕𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 🌷𝑿𝒙
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Quick dash through your garden
. . .Ơ . . . . with a splash or two.
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. . . l̗⁄∖ ̗ ...◟✿◞ . ◟❀◞ .◟✿◞ .
. . ̗⁄ . . . . . ⁀l⁀ „, ⁀l⁀ „, ⁀l⁀
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cupid mice and bulls in my garden

I saw a little Butterfly,
She danced along my lane,
and as she passed me by,
She fluttered out your name.
She said you must not worry,
She gives you peace of mind,
and as she left she softly spoke,
LIFE WILL BE JUST FINE.
As I watched her fly away - a feather floated down,
For a dove had landed on a tree - then glided to the ground.
He sings a little whistle,
to fill your heart with love.
He want' me to remind you
of his precious little song,
and if you know someone who needs it,
then pass this message along.