Death is all around but life dominates, bodies aren't the only thing needing burial.
The grave yards are full, the city streets are plentiful. 22,ooo people die, millions still live. One squirrel lies dead in the road, thousands play in the woods.
I attend my wifes fathers funeral, one man lies dead. Hundreds celibrate his life, then leave to continue theirs. There's an appreciation for life, observing others morn death.
I'm still alive to know the difference, I will not waste what is so precious. All the hate and negativity lingering, I cast out to air. Hoping as it leaves me, it will not contaminate others.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
may 2005 be your best year EVER!