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Like a Whisper #Wonderful Wednesday #poetry
Please follow the link to my latest post. 🙂 https://dweezepenny.blogspot.com/2022/07/like-whisper-wonderfulwednesday-poetry.html
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Where Are the Words?
Please visit my site on Blogger for today’s post in honor of my mother’s birthday. ❤️ https://dweezepenny.blogspot.com/2022/04/where-are-words-memories.html
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Normal to Zero/Threads From the Tapestry
I hope you’ll take a minute to visit my blogspot post in honor of my father who passed away this week. I also hope you are all doing well. Love and Light is so necessary in these troubling times. I feel like we are waiting for Lord Voldemort to show up. 😞🧙🏻♀️🙈 https://dweezepenny.blogspot.com/2020/11/normal-to-zerothreads-from-tapestry.html
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Hello In There
It was with a sad heart full of fond memories that I wrote today’s post on Dreaming Existence We lost another music legend, this time to the unforgiving virus that has begun to rule our moments, reminding us that it is the moments that count. Stay well. Stay at home for now.
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Beside Myself..
New post on Dreaming Existence. Follow me there.
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A Fine Mess..
New post over at Dreaming Existence. I hope you have time to stop by. It’s brief but pointed. I am feeling very discouraged about what I thought was the existence of human decency. This week has shown me a lot of rising ugly behavior and it is quite frightening. Many wish to turn their heads or worse…
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I Am Not
invisible insignificant impudent ignorant… Fading.. falling failing flailing against the current.. clinging.. clawing crying to the darkness… you win! The light within slowly dies, not by the sword but the word.. so many words- cruel careless cold callously bold. beware! This life so fragile fickle fleeting… ephemeral…
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Speechless/#SoCS
It is with my apologies to Linda Hill and her #SoCS prompt that today’s post is not as fun filled as I normally try to create.. I try to always post things that lift others up or give them a smile. Sadly, at this particular time, when I hear the word reservation my heart and head are heavy.…
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Hanging Around/Photography
The empty air between us seems so thick, so distant, as in dreams. Memory fades to hazy view, framed in melancholy hue. Razor’s edge once cut so deep now rusts in pools of tears I weep. I wept-no more-the well is dry, the burden gone, with wings I fly, no more bemoan what might…
Dreaming Reality 
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