I begin to see what you mean to me
Although you did not want my company
I begin to see what i meant to you
A world of dreams that did not come true
Peace comes or does not on its
Own terms and in its own time
Though
Not as deliberate as this rhyme
Wednesday, September 25, 2019
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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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