Lines of Our Lives

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

A Gift

Posted by Elizabeth at 7:46 PM

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"You're different. Don't you ever regret it. Folks won't cotton to you much, but the friends you will make will be good friends and they'll stand by you." L. L'amour

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

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