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What We Are

What We Are We’re only what we are , no way getting round it, your shoes don’t fit a bit and you cannot wear mine. Stuck within these confines at isolation’s door, roll out the rug and dance a song, … Continue reading

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IMPATIENCE — Poem – photos from Pixabay

I enjoy the  cat’s pajamas they verbalize at times, but not the moans of underlying pain. Don’t let us know what lies ahead a life of somersaults, dance and glee only to be sidetracked by a dislocated knee.  That I’m one … Continue reading

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God’s Tattoo

            IF GOD HAD A TATTOO WHAT WOULD  IT SAY?   “Pedomorphosis” is what I would think; love’s breeding ground  is our survival link. We love cute babies and then they love theirs, so ever … Continue reading

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