the were not allowed to rise.
feeding her ego,
was their only prize.
and when she lay down
cheeks teary wet.
did she feel remorse,
did she have any
regrets.
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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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