Catherine G. Curtis, D.C. Poems

I watched the floods down in the Valley
from the safety of the hills.
It was harsh and hard and nasty without any
pretty hills.
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My memory walked along the pathway
of old times and days gone by.
I thought of many pleasant days
And times when I was spry-
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In life we find a repetition,
That keeps us all in our own condition!
Chained to life's little worthless goblins
That bring in cares and bigger problems!
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