too late sorry
said.
complications
arose.
from reality and
contrition,
soul and spirit
grows.
walking ones own
path,
bypassing manmade
consequences,
makes better understanding
of the past
and happier
present
tenses.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
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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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