baggageA Poem by annie leeyeah, i know it's whining -- renamedthe weight of my years on the back of my neck heavy with heartbreak shot through with joy edged with sorrow knowing what comes will only be more of the same how remarkable we choose to keep going one foot in front of the other one dawn, one sunset on the heels of another there is no day like the one lived and it keeps on happening until it doesn’t © 2015 annie leeReviews
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Authorannie leePrunedale, CAAboutI'm a tough old broad who spent almost 30 years at Ma Bell, and that is high level training for surviving in the jungle. Thank you for your patience. I am retired from the Unix and Linux world, but w.. more..Writing
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