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- even senior citizens cry
- try
- so near and
- our blessings counted
- learning
- when i need the sun
- beauty there is
- if ever
- when
- the little berry holiday
- Sunlit kiss
- Safe
- 2 daze
- fur
- world kindness day
- landlubber sea anemone
- behind the smile
- a poem for phoenix
- eaglespeak2
- The softest cushions
- i will be there
- the little loves
- whoops
- once upon a brick
- sum times
- blended garage eagle
- The wolverine
- always time
- among
- Psychedelic broccoli
- We are
- by clarity
- ticked tock
- complexed
- leaves
- the streets
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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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