poems Rugby November 8, 2013by heather anne Sometimes in my sleep I play rugby in my dreams, but I never score. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
13 thoughts on “Rugby”
Sorry for the delay in following your blog, my big mistake. Thanks for all your likes on my blog, they give pleasure.
It is my complete pleasure to read your work. 🙂
You’ve just made an old recluse blush. 😉
Love it, simple, pure.
Thank you xo
I’ll bet you still win though.
i enjoy this – i have been known to play soccer when i sleep and my Sydnee Pee (the pooch) she runs a marathon a night:)
My pooch does that, too. Sometimes with growling and barking thrown in. Must have very vivid dreams.
Hopefully the sleep is more peaceful than rugby. Thanks for stopping by.
there must be some consolation in that they call it a try. 🙂