I have no room for guile
It does not make me smile
It is a waste of space
It is an ugly place
It bites itself in the end
With wounds
That cannot mend
Saturday, June 5, 2010
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- i am a river
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- i have seen
- monday landed
- do you know
- breathe
- i clasp my hands
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- a time like this
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About Me
- 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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