I don’t need to have the last word or the first. I must own each one I have been given in between.
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Ah, good advice. And so well put!
Thanks, Georgia. I am just glad it leaves me with a lot of words.
Amen!!!
😀
Why is it that poets (myself included) always want that last one?
love these small stones you give us Susan(awesome reblog too–art)
Thanks, hon.That art was plexus-hitting.
beautifully said
Thanks, C.
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Susan,
I must have been born a poet. I’ve always wanted the last word. Yep I really do. Like. To. Have. The. Last……. Word. Yep. Well. Bye. Later.;-)
Alice
🙂 later, Alice. Happy weekend!
Excellent Sus 🙂
Thanks, Jen.
Well said
Thanks, green.
Oh yeah!
Thanks, Nelle. My new philosophy–now all I have to do is IMPLEMENT it 😉