Listening
A new poem
Breakfast proper. The Globe and Mail. I like my little, ordered life: The crossword with my second cup and all day long no sign of strife. Such comfort, order have their place. Yet deeper meaning calls the soul to love and be loved come what may and in the playhouse don a role. Yes don a costume proud or plain, be a k…
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