Socra Mama

Saturday, May 28, 2016

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Blinking isn't for the eye, To wet it down as some suppose, But it is to frame the reference For the mind, so that we are not amazed....

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I'm wistful Like a cat tail, Wanting you By the lake Of 4000 desires. And in the midst Of ten thousand other cat tails, I am sudd...
Friday, May 27, 2016

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I notice the natural world as it is, The smallest details, the grandest schemes, And it is right that I should walk through it without see...
Friday, May 20, 2016

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From dawn to dusk today I've just picked cotton The bowls split wide And purest white I see Tonight I'll lay my pallet on a bail ...
Thursday, May 19, 2016

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I'm me. Who are you? Right now I see You At three, Enjoying your mud pies. I'm me. Who are you? Twenty-two and taking on th...
Wednesday, May 18, 2016

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If one dresses for the day, The ephemeral eyes will see And give a quick nod of their approval As they continue on their way. But if on...
Tuesday, May 17, 2016

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She showed up on my doorstep Looking all of five, With tears stains streaking down her cheeks. She wasn't mad at me, Although I'...
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