some days are long some days are short
time is too hard to define
some days i wish i could abort
while wishing others would stay online
over this i have zero control which vexes and disturbs
filling my inner soul and life with echoes and reverbs
Tuesday, September 2, 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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