I don't bury my dead;
I line them up on the bookcase shelf
Like hard earned trophies,
As if to say,
Look! See here...
Once I was loved.
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- Deborah
- Gilbert, Arizona
- I was a dancer seems like a hundred years ago. I once owned horses and rode with the wind. I've skied Black Diamond trails and avoided the moguls. I am the sum of all that I have experienced, but don't add me up yet; I still have a few numbers to throw in! In The Autumn of my life, embracing it with abandon. Recovering widow; there IS life after death.
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aka Bad Alice
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Bad Alice and her Mad Hatter
SPC Ryan and wife, Gillian
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I knew a woman once who kept her son's ashes on the coffee table.
No doubt you've been loved more than once. xoxo
love kj
Oh! Just the kind of poem I was looking for today!! Thank you!!!
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