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His Purpose
I sit here today, looking out my window onto the world and I see shadows on the grass from the tree branches highlighted by the sun and I see wild rabbits foraging for food, fighting the squirrels for what they can find. 698 more words
Blessings
Good evening poets. Mr Scribbles is back from his travels, almost over the jet lag and happy to be resident in the house for another round of Poetics. 492 more words
The Final Transition
How many people do you know who have experienced someone close pass away on their (not meaning the deceased’s) birthday?
Introspection and stillness follows such an event. 85 more words
