i am young and i am old
i do both of them at once
i am shy and i am bold
i am smart and am a dunce
where did i get this prediliction
for such a human contradiction
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
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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
2 comments:
Do you just wake up with these little dances in your head or do you have to think them through, because they are wonderful. Keep at it! Sue
thank you sue for you avid appreciation...this poem popped in my head while i took a shower this morning...dove soap, that is the answer;)
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