At times confounded
By hostilities unfounded
At times, so full of muscle
As I see right through
The hustle
At times both lost
And found
My own bewilderment
Astounds
At times I write
A poem
To awaken
My inner home
Sunday, February 7, 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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