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For The Holy Day of Heart. . .
Touch Me. . . Lean over and touch that part of me that shows you know where I live. Love me in the way that shows you know who I am. Vulnerable though I be, trusting I am. I love you, knowing the parts of…
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The Fairyland Was Real. . . .
This time you will mentally shape the thoughts for this poem. You will remember the child you were at heart and the times when the world became a fairyland. We all have these memories and we take them out when the world becomes brittle and sharp. With these memories, few that they are, it becomes…