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Just a tiny blue planet In the sea of the universe Tossed in tempestuous strife Busy ants working To make home a better place To give the children a much better life With pain and suffering With love and joy This world, so tumultuous, yet fulfilled To lose this tiny blue planet So frail; so weak Would mean the most important of all things has been killed
Dear Writer’s Block… It’s not You, It’s Me Dear Writer’s Block, I’ve known you for so long now that being with you is like having a warm, loving blanket wrapped around me that numbs all of my thoughts of writing into a fading shadow that eventually; rather finally, disappears into the grey dust of what used to be my inspiration. Our relationship started off so casually. It was so easy to just… Read More
December 29, 1991 Dear Daddy, Last night was so hard. Your hand reached for me begging me to stay with you. But I had to eat, I was faint with dizziness and so tired from the baby. I left to get supper. The nurse stopped me in the hall and told me that you did not have much time left. I cried, but said I would be right back. After sitting with… Read More
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