they schooled her with deeds and words unkind
she tried to chase them from her mind
but there they were in every decision she made
every sound she uttered every move she played
Saturday, August 23, 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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