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I once read that Emily Dickinson had trouble learning to tell time. I can well understand her hesitation.
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I don't mean to prowl . . .
and stalk . . .
my steps aren't as stealthy
as the lion-ess . . .
I feel more like the satiated she
sunning hers..
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from a review of Phibby's poetry . . .
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I find joy in the smallest things,
smiles,
bare feet in cool water,
butterflies,
blue skies,
sometimes the joy is too much,
my h..
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write, write, write
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I ama chameleon
withmy coat of many colors.
Always blending into woodwork.
Telling people
what they want most to hear.
Healing hearts.
F..
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you said, 'write'. and so, here I am.
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I'm stuck somewhere
between the life I should have had
and the life I do have
until such time
as the life I have
will be the one
I shoul..
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well, maybe not, maybe I'm just in a silly mood
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from an old blog
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