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Monthly Archives: February 2016
Sky for Lunch
Heart centered day today Rouses me from stacks and lists Rising from my desk I turn And detour out the door Aged all-knowing treebark face Winks with grace and praise Lunch today is a piece of sky Served … Continue reading
