poem
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So yes, I’m running behind. Life hasn’t been terribly cooperative with the NaPoWriMo deal this year, but I’m still hanging in there. Desperate Words The ghosts of verses from the past, go moaning through my head. The do not let me write new lines, my skill with words seems dead. I start a verse…
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Often we get so caught up in what we think we should be doing, or how we think the world should be, that we miss out on what is right in front of us. The Prison of the Self some walls a roof a floor and such, do not a prison make sometimes it’s…
Brain Bits To Go 