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Jake and The Poop
My husband and I live in the county and one of the unpleasantries of this is wild animals have free rein to use our yard as their toilet. We also have the pleasure of owning a five-year-old maltipoo named Jake. Now Jake is one of the smartest dogs you might meet, except when it comes…
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Facebook
I found out on Facebook You learn a lot on Facebook How your friend is getting married I thought she loved someone else last week She found a new lover This one is a keeper though… I learned my cousin is having a baby I saw that abortion rates are rising That democrats are trying…
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The Dragonfly
The dragonfly so wild and free, On the wind she came to me. So soft and gentle in the air, Her wings a flutter, body fair. I longed to join her in the sky, She landed as if to ask me why. And looked into my longing eyes, Then up she went into the skies.…
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Writers
It seems like these days I write a lot more poetry than blogs. It is easier to rhyme my words. I choose a topic and then go crazy for a few stanzas, make my point, and post it. Poetry is simple. Like falling in love. Blogs are harder, they are more like the day to…
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Puppets
I’m a puppet without strings, but that doesn’t mean a thing. If I try to take the lead, the strings will tighten, and I bleed. These strings you cannot see, but they are there controlling me. If I move to left or right, they quickly put up quite a fight. Though I hide it with…
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The Girl In The Tower
There once was a girl who was wasting away, In a dark cold tower she spent most of the day. The outside never really knew, This girl who longed for skies of blue. Her smiles would sometimes come along, When she heard a cherished lover’s song. A song that spoke of hopes and dreams, A…
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Dirty Laundry
Some will hang it on the line, Others pretend that theirs is fine. I won’t bother yours if you ignore mine, Dirty Laundry. Bogus friends who feign your best, Family leaving you like the rest. I’m better off if I protect my mess, Dirty Laundry. Broken lives in disarray, A little girl,…
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You Chose
You chose to send your son to die, Upon that rugged tree. In spite of all my shame and doubt, You chose to set me free. I want to grow, I want to change, I want my life to really show. The healing that took place in me, When your blood made me whole. No need…
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Strangers
You shouldn’t talk to strangers, My mother told me that when I was little. I taught it to my kids. Once when my son was small, He tried talking to a man we didn’t know. I tried to pull him away as good mothers should, The man said in his wisdom, “Young man, did your…
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Beauty Matters
I have a picture in my room that says, “beauty matters, surround yourself with it” and in little side notes it says flowers, color, love, and meaning. I realize these things may not mean beauty to you, but they mean a lot to me. As I write this, I can look up from my blog…
Living Pure
Live While You Can
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