the little daily everythings
the jokes we share
secret songs we sing
the private words between us only
so even when we are apart
we are never lonely
this is intimacy and i know why
it is the love never spared
between you and i
Tuesday, September 30, 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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