with joy of voice.
nobody listened.
so she asked herself
why sing at all
if ears are closed.
but
she sang another
note,
then waited,
hoping....
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| jones beach birdie |
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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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