I wandered through a lonely field
Wondering if the crops would yield
Or would they lie in dirt so fallow
As I cry a world so shallow
Leaves change color
I grow old
My skin is duller
I grow cold
The wind blows not
For me or you
So thins the plot
Then we are through
Friday, October 30, 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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