Words heal
Words hide
Words reveal
Words ask to be
Believed
Words know too well
How to deceive.
Words are weapons
Or magic dust
Is what we hear
What we should
Trust?
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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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