the room was dark but she could hear the din.
she hoped that someone would let her in.
it was lonely outside face pressed up against the glass
she hoped this sad feeling over her would pass
as she inched her way closer towards the door
she paused, should she go just a little more.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
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- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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