Bob DeLoyd
1 min readFeb 24, 2021

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APISOD for 02/24/21

Oh, sweet child, my Amberlyn, pouty lips ride above dimpled chin… rosy cheeks that grace the day, that’s my bonny Amberlyn.
She wears no makeup painted upon her face, why conceal such beauty that hides beneath, she’s as genuine and fresh as a mountain stream that runs its course into raging seas.
Yellow threadbare flowered dress hangs down to her skinny knees, flutters in the summer breeze, plain and simple for all to see, that’s my bonny Amberlyn…
A tattered felt hat reigns high upon pixie ears where flowers rest, patches adorn old denim vest, a small gold chain holds a peace sign between modest breasts, the calming smell of jasmine completes her scent.
She masters each obstacle that stands in her way, to save the Earth she likes to say, with all her effort she’ll embrace that day, cause that’s how I’ll always remember my sweet, sweet bonny Amberlyn.
~RD

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Bob DeLoyd

Lived peacefully aboard his 26 foot sailboat tied to a mooring in Redondo Beach before moving to the High Desert in California. I love to manipulate words :)