how pretty the sound.
snowlight the trees
as they
tickle the ground.
twinkling in magical,
crisp and pristine.
far from the outside,
winds cold and
quite
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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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