there is no place where she can sit,
so from perch to perch she
choose to flit.
when flying high,
between dark clouds,
her loss of focus,
a darkened shroud.
Monday, February 4, 2013
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- 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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