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Wednesday, July 25, 2012
up in my mind’s tree house
I had to do some serious pruning
up in the branches of my brain
with roots too shallow
stunted growth my ruining
one of those new arrivals
only reason for our survivals
lucky stars deign
to slow our demise
salve our barks with aloe
allow one more sun to rise
up in my mind’s tree house
learning not to tell lies
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O I love your sketch J, life-changing spare lines they are. Thank you, I will spend today up in my mind's tree house.
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