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 Jan 12
Harry Gione
I sat up rigid like a tower and waited for you to come home
Because then finally I could be weak in your arms.
 Jan 6
Maddy
Have friends but few
Well chosen
Some unexpected
Writing has always been my best friend along with my spouse
Most of my walks are alone
Soul walks
Clears my senses and I do write in my head while walking
Watching nature and dogs being walked makes me happy
Pet some dogs then on my way
More enjoyable that noisy complaints or nonsense
Learned to listen acutely and speak when necessary
There is good noise and bad
Rooting for the good
Loner but not lonely
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