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Change is certain.
Change is constant. With our blessing or without our consent, it comes both planned and without notice. Only Change is sure of its next move, then looks at you to say “Now what will you do?” And carbon must become more fluid to endure the ride, or else stand still as stone – Petrified.
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I’ve misplaced my mind,
I haven’t lost it yet. I had it here a moment ago, but where I put it, I forget. Must check the recycling bin and the drawer beneath the stove. Here it is! It’s in the oven! Damn, where’s the meatloaf? |
AuthorHello, I'm Dana! Welcome to my poetry site! I write when inspired, from the heart, and with empathy for shared human emotions. I hope my words provide connection to our common experience; perhaps a tear or chuckle or a knowing nod to reflect we're not alone. Thank you for visiting! Archives
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