and smoking metal
monsters.
we live.
we mate.
we feed ourselves
and our young.
we build nests where
we can.
we do not project,
nor regret.
we have no time
for such human folly.
we live until....
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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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