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The Damage Is Done – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet — Walt’s Writings

Please enjoy Walt’s poem and be sure to pop into his blog and spend some time visiting this romantic’s lovely work.  Enjoy! Years of running Years of drumming Mile after mile Endless drum solos Late nights Early mornings Two packs … Continue reading

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Precious Jewel

I seem to be more aware of the passage of time and life not lived or time wasted. I feel it slipping by me and I know I cannot slow its progress. Depression was the thief that stole much of … Continue reading

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My Glass house

Looking out through the glass walls, I keep my distance.  You see, the glass lets me observe life without getting my hands dirty. Become a participant?  Oh, no.  Risk the safety of my glass sanctuary?  I couldn’t possibly! I’ve built … Continue reading

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I Didn’t Know I’d Live This Long

The older one gets, the more there is to look back on.  There’s more about life to contemplate.  Hitting 60 was a pretty big deal for me.  I really didn’t think I would live this long.  The women in my … Continue reading

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I Feel It In My Bones

**This is from The Bloggess.  She has an incredible blog.  If you are not familiar with her work, you are missing out.  I hope you enjoy this Beautiful piece. via I feel it in my bones.

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Who Is This Guy?

I found this amazing photo on Unsplash.com.  Credit goes to a photographer that goes by “Vero Photoart”.   She has a website that you can check out here:  http://verophotoart.wixsite.com/photo After recently having what I consider to be a milestone birthday, I’ve … Continue reading

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W – Withered

W – Withered When you look at me, do you see the passions of a young girl?  Do you see me? These hands once held a favorite baby doll. They tenderly held a lover.  They held a child to comfort … Continue reading

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