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My Book of Little Thoughts. Rants, Rambles and Other Stuff. Publication news and a little something else! Rants, Rambles and other stuff. The paper is called the Express and Star.

Gifts from the Musey Lady and Me. Laissez-moi vous raconter ma vraie histoire. When you learn to distinguish. Between what is truly good in poetry. Then you are almost there. The rest is just practice, daring,. Risk taking and self confidence. Satisfying yourself is the foundation.

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Life is a series of highs and lows. Be grateful for the highs. Be graceful in the lows. Enjoy life fully and find contentment in your Middle Ground Val Boyko. Pause and find your Middle Ground Begin the work in. We all have times of struggle, when we try to figure out life.

Winter trees wait for the sunset. Sharp branches poke the golden glow. Wish, work, and weep. But frost sits where no gold can stay. Right over the breeze,. The trees and grass feel it-. I do, and you. So how come when news.

A few words about Spring. A bee big as a truck. Posted in Celebrating the Seasons. All through the long cold night. Around the Cape; whereas you. This is taken from section 2 of my book.

My name is Christine and I have been flirting with poetry since 2011. I know very little about poetry and its various forms etc, but I am reading and learning. So I write my poems as therapy for the MS and also because sometimes it is simply fun to do, especially as I now spend more time at home. This is a big step for me, letting others read my poems. I hope you enjoy them and they make some sense.

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