but we are dandelions
to us.
we are pretty, too
without all the fuss.
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- here we gather
- not built to last
- spring solos smile
- he wrapped
- in finite
- my life
- on our street
- spring thing
- namaste, love and light
- what nonsense
- going down the roads
- weeds
- ah the world from this funny place
- given the chance
- facet
- fuzzical whimsy
- the next step
- magnoliacolors
- little purple starlight
- she lived in a world of magicland
- in this tree
- the last words spoken...for the buffalo nations
- they speak in voices
- in the endless quizzical
- earth daze
- this is ours
- a blizzard of white flowers
- gently open
- pretty pom pom tree
- you can
- ripples
- you look
- bird leaving
- springness
- waters, sullied
- garage eagles in spring
- little bird
- she walked with springtime
- the little creek
- if you take a leap
- she reached for every sign
- in grey silence
- will spring
- dragonfyre part 1
- the purples of nature
- swirls and contortions
- a gentle courtship a la garage eagle
- in gratitude
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- it rained
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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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