carla-marieWhisper

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Give Me My Flowers NowWhen, how or where we are born / Matters in which we have no choice… and / Dying is something we do
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Too BusyBusy people… / Oh so busy people…. / You step real hard when you walk real fast
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Love Me Some Nelson MandelaRead, watched, Listened for snippets / Wore the buttons, / Devoured anything…
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poems almost everywhere...Without effort… not even trying… I used to see poems everywhere… / While sitting in my yard of a summer eve… there were poems in the sway of trees… and in the flight of the hummingbird… and in mother cat and her babies … and little girls holding intense conversations… and kids chasing dogs and dogs chasing kids… and little boys ***** from a hard day's play big-eyed and determined to talk to me… / poems… everywhere…
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I Ain't Sad That I'm PeculiarOkay… / So… / my kids ain't all that regular
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Nothing Wrong With DreamingBlack Texas dirt / With Grandfather Trees / That the sun shines through
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Amazing GraceHow did I get to this place? / Desperately ask myself / As under the quilt in my lap
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Having A Dry SpellIt seems that after / Thousands / Of words
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Just One QuestionJust wonderin’… if surrounded… as you are… by the ramblins… of visitors… and the offerins… of hangers-on… and the jokes… of the wanna-be-funny… and the excitement… of your beloved basketball… and the rowdy… of your down-and-dirty football… even tennis… when it’s Venus… and her earthy growls… and ya girl Serena… with her thigh-strainin’ swing… hell… even hockey… if that’s all there is... playin’ in the background… mixin’ just fine… with children laughin'… and he still flirtin’… after all these years… talkin’ a little ***** after all this water… under the bridge… makin’ you smile… coaxin’ you to… hang in there baby… to take… just one more bite… to take… just one more sip… to smile… just one more time… I’m just wonderin’… how are you gonna do… when they put you in that place… for sick people… with no loud children… no beloved husband… no bad jokes… no fried chicken in the air… no sports commentators… no big band drums… no somebody screamin’ TOUCHDOWN… for you to… if only for a few precious minutes… wake up to… how are you gonna do…in all of that silence…?
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Someone To HateHistory has shown / They will **** their own / Before living with others in peace
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