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If it was a thing

It’s funny if a unicorn was a thing. A thing to touch To feel; It’s funny if a rainbow’s

Sunday morning, damp bench, Deep Creek Lake State Park. Pandemic pup sits beside me, panting after her free run,

I was walking Out for the first time Since then Since, I don’t know when Feeling naked Hearing “cho mo”*

Words are lovers that never love; Oblivious to the feelings they relate; For they may seem real and “tried and

Clickity, click, click On the simple myth Clickbait, clickbait Why wait? It’s a click or no? A yes or

If I were a canine only, I could live by olfactory And smell my way to mindfulness. I could

I’ve got the chills now, you see.

COVID’s men kill ‘in millions, indeed;

Gonna lie down with me and my fantasy, uh huh

My Testimony Many years have passed since I walked a narrow aisle And gave my heart to Jesus with a

I’m Blessed A blessed girl, I married Warren God smiled down and all was well. To make us feel really

I mount the mule, settle into my chaps, pull up my bandanna. The cowboy cloth, I thought only an accessory,