she felt she was so meaning less
why that was so noone could guess
she yearned to be so meaning more
to be loved. to matter. to be adored
Monday, June 19, 2006
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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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