by Sue Ellen Pector
Of hunger's many faces
I dream,
fresh food to eat,
clothing, sans rips and patches,
that fits and warms,
closeness, fun, laughter
and rest.
Monday, November 11, 2013
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Embracing the inner pink and living with intention and absurdity. I am woman, hear me roar.
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