Sunday Whirl
No Time for Weeping
I ransacked through
Long held hopes and dreams
The vision is a blur
The future wrapped in fog
Lucky charms hang from my belt
I interview myself
Place stickers on dreams
To be folded and kept
I confide confidentially
I would trade all the customers
For one who understands
No time for weeping
What is done is done
It hangs before you
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ASTROLOGY
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Some days are cloudier than others. . .
"We're all out there, somewhere, waiting to happen."
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Taos Artist Organization
a place for poetry
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