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Monday, July 5, 2010
mater of being
when every word has been spoken
when every thought has been thought
when every thing has come to mat(t)er
s[he] might rub her eyes
shake a little
heartily yawn
and start it all over again
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:Doreen
July 5, 2010 at 3:48 PM
sometimes the words don't come...
yet, my heart is always in it
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sometimes the words don't come...
ReplyDeleteyet, my heart is always in it