The KnotA Poem by MelindaUGH I can't think right now.. a;sldkfjsda;lkjf;lsakdjf;l
Armed with a gnat sized amount of self awareness I ask myself questions, quiz myself, conduct spiritual litmus tests. Often one question leads to another, leads to another, leads to another, until - AH-HAH. I've followed the string to the center of the knot, and if it is not completely unraveled, if it gives resistance when I tug the stings end at least I haven't cut anything and can find my way back to the beginning Or rather some more convenient place. © 2011 Melinda |
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Added on June 26, 2011 Last Updated on June 26, 2011 AuthorMelindaWyoming, MNAboutEverything I told you about myself is terribly outdated. In my own defense I'm just lousy at keeping in touch. P.S. I love you (giggle) more..Writing
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