what if the world ran out of time,
there was no music, no more rhyme.
the sun turned his back and went away,
taking with it the moon as no more wolves to bay.
the planet lay barren, with rocks, sands and ice.
this is how we will be faring,
if man does not become nice
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
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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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