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Daughter of Clifford and Edla Mother of Josh, sister, too Of 4 quite different brothers And good friends, there are a few I favor holistic healers Over things that are fake If I’d been born back in Salem I’d have been burned at the stake Animal lover, radio girl Jazz, rock or blues, I’ll give it a whirl Aging athlete, my red hair is grayer I’m now a bike-riding ping-pong player I’d rather be reading, alone time I need Sentimental poetess, kindness is my creed Organic gardener, kayaker, seeker Herbalist, meditating autism teacher And now I can no longer Say I’m middle-aged I thought by reaching sixty I’d become a Sage
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
Reflections of Theresia
Daughter of Clifford and Edla Mother of Josh, sister, too Of 4 quite different brothers And good friends, there are a few I favor holistic healers Over things that are fake If I’d been born back in Salem I’d have been burned at the stake Animal lover, radio girl Jazz, rock or blues, I’ll give it a whirl Aging athlete, my red hair is grayer I’m now a bike-riding ping-pong player I’d rather be reading, alone time I need Sentimental poetess, kindness is my creed Organic gardener, kayaker, seeker Herbalist, meditating autism teacher And now I can no longer Say I’m middle-aged I thought by reaching sixty I’d become a Sage
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
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