where my living is done
do i find the time
perhaps there
is none.
or so i say
then fly
away.
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- how i see
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- the little leaf
- the bee
- if a poem were like this flower
- trying
- garage eagles speakmore
- garage eaglespeak
- water
- the bugs of bond parc
- until
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- we world
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- leaf crawls
- my world, illuminated
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- depression
- little red
- we hide
- i will protect your heart
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- trees do not
- i dreamed of waters
- buglife
- waters smooth
- osprey life
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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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