A splash of inspiration,
Can come in any guise,
Here on Opuss, what we do,
Is share life through our eyes.
Our chosen form is poetry,
Stories, facts, the 'word',
A place where every single thought,
Can be listened to, and heard.
Descriptions come aplenty,
When you roam our worded world,
Give us critics, any day,
We'll take what we are hurled.
Some may choose to paint away,
Some may sing or dance,
But everyone on here would say:
To give Opuss a chance.
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Come on in the morning, Something's wrong, Where are those people, Singing their song. In those few, short hours, That I was asleep, What exactly happened. It seems, a heap.
Here it comes - the love again For Opuss women, Opuss men.
We are the quieter few, Who's passion for writing is strong and true. @lucandsurprise, @tattyteddy, the numbers grew, @mpallister24 and @epallister20 too.
Ooo I do love opuss, so very very much. People create such amazing things just with a touch. I have read such beautiful, poems, stories and quotes. I can't help myself but, take a mental note.
Thank you Opuss for all the assistance, And the community who live in coexistence, You got my stories and scribbles out, And helped remove my writing doubt.
Opusseers - you're many, diverse And you brighten these hours with quotes, prose and verse. I've seen tears of laughter roll fat off my cheeks And inspiring words which stayed with me for weeks.
Oh Opuss I can hardly say, How chuffed to bits I am, Since becoming a Mog I'm in a state, Of purrfect marzipan.
Love, for me, is many things. The way the blackest blackbird sings. The freshest air the frosty dawn. The brightness of a sunny morn. Chasing shadows in the rain. Fantastic creatures in my brain.
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