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Nov 2009
Pea soup,
but peas too few.
Life is a bowl
of murky green,
just wading
our way through
faded memories.
hard to grasp
with a spoon.
Chunks and pieces,
a hint of aroma,
a fulfilling taste to soothe,
but hungry in an hour
for truth.
Pea soup.
Dorothy A
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Dorothy A
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