
“We do not deal much in facts when we are contemplating ourselves.” Mark Twain
Conditioned The silent pavlovian bell possesses my body with ancient responses to the ghosts of my feelings long held, always awaiting invitation despite my ready disavowals, that I have transformed the habitations of my heart, the lump in my throat is to the contrary, making clear my self-deception. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
So true.
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Yes, the human condition.
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Relatable, Paul! ❤
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If only it weren’t, ah, the human condition.
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“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.”
― Leonard Cohen
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Yes, nice reposte Ivor.
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Pavlov allways present
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Indeed Gerhard, indeed.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Chuck.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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” Nature Care “!
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Yes!
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Great poem!
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Thank you so much, appreciated.
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Beautifully expressed, Paul.
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Thank you for that Amy 🙂
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Reblogged this on OPENED HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Wow deep revelatory poem
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