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The Forest that was Not
To call it writers block would be understating the fact. Writers Forest is more like it. Writers Doomsday Forest is even more accurate. Nothing is happening in my brain-to-finger-equals-typing equation. There is no funny verse percolating in my coffee pot brain, not humorous rhymes bubbling in my stew – in short, depression rules unto the…
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All in the name
I was his universe, but now I’m old, and youth shines in you, will you love him more than I? I named him after Merlin, A Mothers choice, for wisdom, so I ask you, Are you trying to steal my Mer, maid?
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Platypus Blues
Feeling kind of “blue” yesterday, so I went for a walk to whisk the cobwebs away, and there she was – you can’t be depressed when such beauty is right on your doorstep.
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Listen
In the quiet of a winters day, or zephyr breeze in spring, in summer haze and autumn leaf, the drop of rain, or growth of grass in crunch of frost, the flow of sand listen, open mind and open heart, and you will hear , the Universe is breathing. © ceenoa
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Who is the Sign!
They’ll say I didn’t do enough, after the fact, those non-believers. Omens and portents passed them by, relying on their GPS to guide. Into the world I sent, the box of blue, fish fingers and custard, for those with wit to see.
Ceenoa
happiness in the small moments
Ceenoa 
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