What Are You Doing…

This mom is tired as hell, I worked all day, I was up all night but I told that stranger good job... Did you?.. We all have daily battles and sometimes we need to lend a verbal "helping hand"...

Little Bird… (a poem)

Come away with me little bird. We can fly above this world of dirt and sorrow. We can laugh about the torture of tomorrow. And when the wicked wind tries to tear us down, we can rise above the hurt around. Come away with me little bird.

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