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We Might Have Gone to England

A Promise I Didn’t Keep – Carpe diem! We might have gone to England British Air in business class spent Summer time in Westminster placed flowers at the cenotaph. . Windsor, Bath and Stonehenge Cotswolds, Stratford, see King Lear You … Continue reading

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Christmas Revels and Simple Gifts

  Ghosts of Christmas past Yes I’m guilty. This will be my 73nd Christmas and yes, I am  one of those who gets all warm and fuzzy around Christmas time. People measure their lives in different ways.  Birthdays are the most obvious of course but some … Continue reading

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Sun City

  In dreams I walk in furrows of deep crusted snow with you where we once walked in slow motion Autumn among nodding twigs and leaves of many colors before we started Winter fires loving; the flames turning crackling logs … Continue reading

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Kitchen Witch

The kitchen witch still hangs in the window dangling from a string along with the spirits and distant echos She moves ever so slightly as if a ghost had passed a little too close The sun shines on her and … Continue reading

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Spanish Wood

by toritto Memories of furniture and lamps a most familiar room where someone else now lives and loves, the house and all it’s walls embracing strangers. To the right of our bedroom door a tall  chest, filled with ties and … Continue reading

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11:11

She visits at 11:11 sometimes a.m. mostly p  A sudden haunting urges me to look at a clock which must be digital.   Dropping by for just a moment only at 11:11 the time, our private denouement I look around and know … Continue reading

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Missing

She never took it out on someone else if she was having a bad day; that’s character Her humor was dry always forgiving with a wry smile if you took to long to get the joke Her laugh was infectious … Continue reading

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