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Walk into a room, and you wonder if they know.You are deceit in human form.Your moral compass was bent years ago,and you choose where your passions go..
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Whispers in the ear,spoken by voices unseen.Steady rhythm running in the background.Less unexpected,and not to mention irritating.There are always dou..
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Each step takes a moment. I move a bit slow.Life in the Garden.Oranges, and lemons are growing.Roses going dormant.Baby toads hopping,and I hope they ..
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I haven't done one of these in awhile.Drifting back into the concept of writing.In our rather rambunctious times,what do you want your words to accomp..
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even in moments of solitudeyou find a way to speakvoice carryinggrabbing my attentioni can only respondspeaking to the wind
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She turns 76 in a few hours.Now,I could take advantage of the various birthday specials, but I cringe.Tonight,I put together a lemon cheesecake, froze..
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I feel a small hand shaking my shoulder.Attempts at regaining focus seem to take longer."How long Fesili?""Just a little while."I am teaching too much..
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I have to think about it.I don't seem to be able to settle on one issue.Still,I may detect a theme.The one constant running from write to write.Whethe..
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Autumn is near,and the leaves will be showing their beauty.Momentary display,carried away on a breeze.Wind,capricious in nature, cares not where the l..
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From the start,I have to give credit.The title originates from a bumper sticker. I refuse to say which year I first saw it.None of your business.Movin..
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