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Some people are never happy unless they are complaining about something.
Makes me wonder if they have some kind of cult somewhere that we don't know about.
Great words, Charlotte. Very easy for me to relate to. Poetry as a comfortable chair.
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Fan blowing.Tall trees still.A minute before it rains, A humming bird at a Red tinged feeder.Black cat shaking Excess water off.Graceful steps flowing, Untrained dancer of fur.