Words

Sometimes, we don't have many words.

Vibrant

  Red hats Purple complements of lace or tool Fancy ladies gathered with her   Singing Cell Mates Where bingo replaced the bars Melodies then echoing to audiences in Rockers, walkers, wheelchairs   Always a project in progress To fit small feet Baby hands My hands Our heads for whips of winter wind. Our favorite... Continue Reading →

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