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Observing the nuances of the preciousness of every day life - when one slows down to notice. Good journey. Thank you

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Thank you!

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Golden words of The Gorgeous Chore moved me to my core. I have also done this. I firmly believe that each of those stones has a story of its own.

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Thank you, Linda.

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No better living room furniture than a TV used as a TV stand.

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Hahhahaha! Yup!

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I’m really enjoying this format of multiple short poems. It’s like sampling tapas. 😊

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Tapas! I love that description!

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Thank you so much, Lenora.

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Sherman, your posts are a needed and most welcome respite to my days right now. Oh, nothing bad going on, but they are busy and full, mostly of goodness. Still, I need the break to slow down and breathe (I hear tell breathing is important. /snark/) I've read these poems a few times, now, and am so impressed with the Warrior Song. It is a perfect description in the difference between Natives and European mindsets. The Euro would gladly take the arrowhead home and put it on display, showing off their latest acquisition. The Natives admire it, and return it to Mother Earth, for it was hers, not theirs.

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Thank you, Lenora.

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The long day, the long night, is stunning. As it all is really, but that one stopped me.

My daughter used to put tomatoes in her pockets during their time in the preschool

garden. She would eat some but we would always find a few either smashed, withered, or sometimes whole, in her pockets. Memories act as the shelf. 🧡

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"Memories act as the shelf" is a line you must use in one of your poems!

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In The Long Day, The Long Night, you speak of shadows, but for me it’s the quality of light that’s important. Photographers call it the Magic Hour, when colors are slightly more saturated and skin tones are kind to us. Do you believe in Magic?

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I believe in mystery. And my poem isn't about light. It's about the darkness in each of us.

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None of us

is who

we believe

ourselves to be.

So very true. I also love the TV set on the TV set. Just beautiful. Thank you for the good feelings and the joy of being alive.

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Thank you, Rachel!

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A beautiful reason to smile while doing my children’s laundry this week. Thank you!

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Thank you, Katie.

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Alas, Spam has been banned from our household.

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Hahahaha

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Yup. Love 'em all.

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Thank you, Colette.

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Happy Indigenous Peoples Day! This is not related to these poems - which were fine - but an update on checking your book out of my library Saturday as first choice when I went to the Banned Books section. My librarians were happy to help. I finished reading it that night and ordered a copy for my eldest son who turns 49 Wednesday. He got it delivered last night. I am making certain all my kids and grandkids know who you are are.

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Thanks for reading my books!

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Agree 👍

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Thanks Sherman. Your poems are so easy to love. Because they want me to keep thinking about.

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Thank you, Rick!

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These are beautiful. I wrote a scene once featuring my mother and Spam tacos. I think our connection to that meat-like substance is generational.

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I'm still a Spam eater!

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