the poet walked the poet's walk
the night was quiet
there was no talk
alone again herself
she found
no tears would fall
heart run aground
Monday, October 3, 2005
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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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