For d’Verse–tho when I looked earlier I saw no Mar 23 listed as Open Link.
MY MIRROR iS A LIAR
It is my fifth birthday and
I am in pigtails, swinging
on the garage door,
wondering if I will still
be me
when I am grown.
Seventy-five years later,
I am.
choosing medical career; problem faced by doctors; drawbacks of medical profession;patient tutorials
Cries from Jamaica
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
CHOOSE LOVE
My Life And Everything Within It
Just Here Secretly Figuring Out My Gender
A Watering Hole for Freelance Human Beings Who Still Give a Damn
"The only thing that stands between you and your dream is the will to try and the belief that it is actually possible." - Joel Brown
because life does not kill you right away
Seeking Dialogue to Inform, Enlighten, and/or Amuse You and Me
New Beginnings and Endings After and Before KATiE MiA Aghogday!
Medi(t)ating between the wor(l)ds
Journey of Creative Enlightenment
A leap beyond cultural boundaries
the world turns on a word
You - philosophical, thoughtful, witty. Me - still thinks fart jokes are funny. We should DEFINITELY get together!
NANMYKEL.COM 
Good for you!!! We can never lose touch with our inner child!! 🙂
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To change the subject a tad…if it’s well-behaved and not president!
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Age is a number without much meaning. Perhaps the most beautiful and youthful-at-heart person that I know just turned 93.
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I believe in this…be a young girl at heart~
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I’m working on it! Thanks, Grace.
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She’s lucky to have you for a friend.
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I’m the same me as well. Even though I’ve lost all those baby teeth.
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And I’ve lost all those grown-up teeth!
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Yes somewhere it’s the same… I never look in the mirror.
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Fun
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Thanks!
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Funny, isn’t it, despite advancing years, inside we’re still the little girl with pigtails or the little boy with frogs in our pockets! I loved your poem (and identified with it).
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Yes! Evidently when I was 5 years old I was afraid I’d turn into one of those other people on the inside. When I was ten I found a note from me at 5: Hello, How are you? Are you still me? I just realized, I could write when I was five. I’d forgotten that. Thanks for sharing.
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That’s a great way to think, Nan. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Only way I know! Thanks for the affirmation.
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