my mind is always meandering
when i try inner gandering
it gads about from space to space
unable to anchor in just one place
twisting turning web-o-lutions
always seeking sound solutions
Friday, August 8, 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
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