98 Years Old and Still Writing Okies Poems A Collection of Poems and Writing about Nature and Life
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Inspiring readers to live life with gusto. This is post featured on WP. Current post is first on recent post list. Spoken by someone 80? Spoken by a young man. He was too old to learn to snowboard. So often aging fosters an ageism attitude against living life in crescendo. Even a simple life pleasure.
getting lost while cross country skiing in New Hamshire. That was on a sunnier and happier day than the event described below. Okie is on the far right wearing the red helmet. And Kay is just to her left, wearing a blue helmet.
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The site had the following in the homepage, "98 Years Old and Still Writing Okies Poems." I noticed that the web site stated " A Collection of Poems and Writing about Nature and Life." They also stated " A Celebration of Okies Life. Thats Okies pond up above. Inspired by OkieLive Your Own Life! Happy Thanksgiving. if you walk softly, perhaps you will hear. 8220;Whispers from the families of a long ago year, The Old Mountain Road, Sanbornton, New Hampshire. Would have been Okies 100th Birthday."ANALYZE MORE BUSINESSES
Friday, March 12, 2010. I was just five in Mexico and now in jail. When I inhale I live to exhale, just five and now in jail. I was frail, just five and now in jail. At age five I never went to school, I thought I would never need it so I use to go to the cemetery, to see, bodies of the dead laying in their death bed. Sleeping on concrete feeling my hearts off beat. Just five and now in jail.
Can you write a poem for this dog? She is coming out of the ocean in Hawaii. She enjoys playing with the frisbee, but think about why she enjoys it. Is she bringing the frisbee to you? Does she like to get wet? How does she smell when she is wet? What would she want to tell you. Check out my poem, here. What would your pet have to say about this snow person? Would it want to make friends? Would it want to lick it, or do something else? Is it possible for a snowman and a dog to become best friends? .
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Here is my heart . for all to see . and handle with care . for it has been shattered too many times . But it is the heart of a lioness . Thursday, January 09, 2014. Your presence in my life. The way we used to hang out. Just to be with each other. Talking about nothing and everything. Your day and my day and moments in between.