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Grey skies are gonna clear up!

Nineteen thirties song, Still playing within, An old roll of music, My uncle Norman’s player pianos, My baby sister died, Last year, Yesterday, The pain in my heart, Equally matched by my heart, Ellen walked on the earth, Sang karaoke no I can’t spell it, Hot tears burn my eye ball holes, .. My heartContinue reading “Grey skies are gonna clear up!”

Sixty today

My baby sister, Moments written down thats what it takes, Moments are all precious, Writers know that. Now you do to, The secret of written is to save moments, Paint a period seen only before that in writer’s an artist,

Trust

Earned trust has value Trust is not a gift Its weight is beyond heavy Its earned like a dollar Trust is not a gift Trust like love is priceless Its not replaceable Real blood is spilled by those that misuse it. Family values mote then friends Today my baby sisters body got cremated. I’m beyondContinue reading “Trust”

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 correspondedContinue reading “Tangable”