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Thursday, February 2, 2012

A Poem

The path not defined
only whispered
only the fortunate discover
their angels
they can sit on your shoulder
talk to you quietly
or only nod at good behavior
or wide eyed at something 
not quite right

we can only accept love 
and give love
the angels do not judge
they see the good 
and the foolish.
Respect the heart
do not let the brain get in the way
trust, faith, 
letting go to the good
what else do we have
                            RG

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