from her corner the room looked sparse and wide
and empty, noone else inside
she crawled around, and crawled some more
until she found the half open door
she nudged the door an inch or so
then she stepped back afraid to go
Friday, January 16, 2009
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- 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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