Forty-six degrees

Middle December, Last year December eighteenth Iowa experienced first ever winter tornado, Freaky Forty-six not normal, For florida maybe but not for northern Iowa, Forty -six is Spring temperature, In 1993 in October is threw rain down heavily all over our northern plains until the end of October then, Then nothing but snow to February,

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Five O two

Dun roman through dream land, Time to rise, Stalkers Waiting to know my thoughts, Never says a thing, She knows if she did her neck is caught, Then I’ll know the creeps email and she will be blocked from all my writing and video sites, One day I will win over this Iowa slug, No

The world

What a gift, A day with my sister Penny, Met her seems a life time ago, Rolled into less then a month, Best family adopted without paper work, Found with a Goddess blessing, Prayed for Recieved, The world, Not a friend someone who calls me sister, Penny looks forward to Saturday because she spends the

Broken glass

Minor thing, Break wind sure it smells, Mirror cracked like cracked bone, Not so much, Cracked bone takes long to heal, Might as well her busted, Broke mirror adorned with honor Devestated curse, Old wives tale, Seven years bad luck, Whose the fool, We make our own luck! Broke or cracked, Replace the glass, Move

Tangable

Why does it feel not writing letters changing to emails weaken us as a people? Letters like books were real Letters had tecture worth History was hidden as if contained Letters like books not E-books Not emails Leters thoughts spanned time History concealed in women chatting The Amish still write letters Marian D.Bittenher Heike corresponded

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