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Without leaps of imagination or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all is a form of planning. Where did the old Jude go? On you, I could always depend;. My old prom date, homework buddy, first and foremost my friend. Why did you cut all ties, knowing I wanted to keep in touch? You broke my heart Jude, and in truth, I loved you too much. Who was that person in your life? You let him take my place. Did Joe treat you well? I sup.

Every word I write is a beat of my heart . Wilson Wisdom for Autism Awareness. As a woman, do you feel your voice in print is sometimes held to a different standard than your male counterparts? Do you ever feel the need to censure yourself or fear your opinions may not be well received because you are a woman? I was once told women sho.

Original poems for the young at heart. Why Not Do Some DIY? Crumbs in the Butter. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 3,380 other followers. Some nails, a hammer, drill and screws. You almost drilled the cat.

What I think about what I read. Day Dead in the vase. L Clark 21 July 2015.

While I was looking at the beautiful view, the trees, the magnificent skies, I was remembering that it was the time last week that I was at the Intensive Care Unit watching my father die.

Passion flower needs cutting back. Some time since grass was mown. But out here in the summer. Although it all needs doing. The sunshine is back out. So it can wait a little longer. For when the sky is blue. Sitting in the sunshine is. A more important thing to do. Click to share on .

Two Conure and a Canary. Preening its toe, a Homing Pigeon,. Harboured on shoulders of my Herald. On the birthday at three,. I hired him for free. He arrived with a pigeon. And a bag of quick sand. He read me the stories from far land,. Choosing deft lines of the pigeon brand. I bought him a cage. At the age of eight. From a nullah of contrary. Each day he asks when to set free. From a busy city street,.

He leads me besides still and restful waters. This entry was posted in Uncategorized.

I messed the last two names up anyway. I have An Idea! August 17, 2015.