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Dare to Be
I can put on my hair just like a hat, but I’m still silver gray underneath that. Which is prettier? which is more real? it’s the way that you wear yourself, it’s the way that you feel! In learning to “be” there are times not to see, the way others look, and that includes me,…
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SOD #6
Now how could I resist that! The dogs lazed on the floor, tongues lolling, ears twitching. The master sashayed around the room, doing a bad impression of Austins Powers, “Groovy baby, lets make some Art” he said, as he flung the dog food in their bowl and started taking pictures of the splattered empty can!…
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I should have been a fencer.
I was going to write a rhyme about the cost of needing a new fence but i can’t because my brain is feeling much too dense. the end, maybe … depends on the brain really i should have been a fencer the pay seems pretty good the supplies grow all around me ’cause they are…
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A Crown of Feathers
She wore a crown of feathers and some did think her mad, she wore a crown of feathers to remind her that she had, learnt not to resist the subtle twists of life. She wore a crown of feathers upon her short grey hair, and what they thought of her she did not care, because…
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Filling the Space
I feel like I should make a post, but I didn’t have anything interesting to say , SO, have some inverted pictures instead!
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SOD #5
Suggestions: Bloom, Flowers, Love Haven’t been here for a while, for various reasons, but the “suggestions” today fit nicely with what I have been doing lately. so I thought a SOD was in order. She blooms, as she drowns her flowers, with love. If you want to find out what SOD really means – read…
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Passing Through
you pass through like sunrise behind clouds you pass through in smoke on autumn air you pass through when wind ripples across sand elusive and ephemeral and whole worlds birth and die as you pass through © ceenoa
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Chocnanigans
Good people of the world, enjoy, that flashy foil and crinkly noise, a chocoholics favourite season, to indulge for no other reason, than that Easter Bunny left some eggs, (it doesn’t matter it makes no sense), so scoff that choccy goodness down, I’ll have the white, you have the brown. © ceenoa
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Discombobulated Flow
I’d been feeling discombobulated, by things within my house, and so I had to move them round, till I ran out of space. I put them there, and pushed them here, I lifted and I shifted, at a ferocious pace. It didn’t matter what I did, I couldn’t make them fit, it jangled and it…
Ceenoa
happiness in the small moments
Ceenoa 
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