in the summer rain.
she becomes 15
again.
her world and problems
teenage tall...
but now they do not
seem large,
at all.
she walks
she drifts
to where she
has been.
as she strolls
grin.
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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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