for me to explain
to you or to
myself.
those things that
pass as confidences,
damaging our health.
no way for me to
comprehend
the craziness
outside.
so in i go
tis time to mend.
a heart that
cannot hide.
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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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