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Love Story
I don’t like to admit it, but I’m a romantic. I put up a tough girl front but it’s true, I like a good love story. Last night I found myself watching The Last Song, a movie based on Nicholas Sparks’ book. I’m well aware some have unkind things to say about Miley Cyrus, but
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Puppy Wispies
My dog is beautiful All strangers and neighbors say so Our neighborhood strolls are never dull “That is one handsome golden retriever” I was told His coat is gold Looks like an artist painted in some highlights On his belly and in his tail the fur is white Amber ears Wild strands that sprout Curly
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The Otter
Charlie stood on the beach His beloved dog Chance was at his feet They both had matted hair and dirty fingernails Salty cheeks It had been 14 weeks since he was laid off He’d taken up smoking again, had developed a cough How had his life come to this? He sometimes begged on the street
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The Healer
God, I pray You heal You spoke the world into place You formed every human print and face I know You see the mayhem Among Your creatures – women and men Not all is right My prayer tonight: For the flu to cease The allergies to ease Fatigue and malaise to go from this place
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The White Snake
There was a snake in my dream White It came out of the brown tree trunk I was shocked At first look he wasn’t what he seemed A nautilus shell in a nook I thought it was pretty as I looked He uncurled from his cozy spot Became a curvy-straight line He wasn’t what I
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Unveiling the Past
There’s some things I didn’t see before Meaningless expressions uncovered now – full of meaning Actions in the dark Monsters seething I’m a lot older now And I can stand in the park I can look under the bed I see the idle cars I watch today’s kids run I stare at the stars It’s
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Watch!
“Watch!” he said, as I walked byI turned my head as he lifted his arms highHe shot the ball but it came up shortThe green grass in his front yard was the basketball courtThe hoop was short like him“Watch!” he said once moreHe ran up with the ball, tried to dunkBut he couldn’t touch the
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Beach Therapy
A spectacular day The sky, a most pure blue I go here at the end of the day for therapy A short drive, the salt air – perfume My golden retriever rides shotgun We get out of the truck Headed for fun We walk the short sandy trail Pompass grasses wave from the dunes The
