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My heart lifts as the sounds of childhood waft the air,
I look for children, but none are there
only adults blankly staring, going round and round,
they were here every yesterday
their lives stuck in a merry-go-round way.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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by David Guerrieri
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life is a cocktail of many phases, just float along with the waves...
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Remembering and honouring my baby girl, she lived and left me before she even took first breath
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I'm Belladonna and I'm using my flashlight to guide you through life. You shouldn't have to stumble in the dark when I've done it enough for the both of us.
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by David Guerrieri
A cup of coffee and a quiet morning respite to write
Minimalism - Textures - Abstraction
An Exposure Of Realities, Unsaid Thoughts And Social Biases
Musings by MK Vecchitto
Alternatives to Little Boxes
Get A Life - A Healthy Life
Chronicling a delusional gardening experience.
wide awake when my head hits the pillow
Bere
life is a cocktail of many phases, just float along with the waves...
#public corruption, #glyphosate, 14th Amendment, private property rights,
Allons cheveux au vent sur Monty guidon
Remembering and honouring my baby girl, she lived and left me before she even took first breath
tips , tricks , free plr articles
🌻 Becoming aware
Growing Up and Enjoying Life
I'm Belladonna and I'm using my flashlight to guide you through life. You shouldn't have to stumble in the dark when I've done it enough for the both of us.
Some days it sure feels that way!
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Yes it sure does.
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It would be a dream to ride a carousel again. Loved them and the beautifully painted horses
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I loved them, the whole atmosphere.
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💙
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Love how this poem goes nowhere I expected.
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Lol, yes indeed Pat.
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I hope you can grab the gold ring.
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🙂
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ouch most do that and doubt they’d even get the point of your poem …
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True, and that’s sad, I see so many in that situation, anaesthetised to their creativity and possibility.
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😦
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Life has a way of beating people down … but only if they let it!
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Exactly, only if they let it. Thanks Jill.
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Wonderful childhood memories. Michael
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Yes, very, thank you 🙂
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:-))
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A sadness evoked by this poem
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So many never attend
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