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I Am Here, I Was Always


In Rhode Island, Through Grandma Campbell,
On the Beach with a Bucket when my Mom took a photo with God.
Just smiling buried in sand.
I can show you the other one
Were you in Nantucket?
Perhaps in Maryland?

In New York when you ambled home to your comfy couch.
Squish me more.

I don't like when you fight, because you know I hate it too.
The Yule Log is being hunted by many an animal
That was my French side-- thanks for allowing me to paint with smoke.
Animals know us, because there is an order of things 'ya know...

This Photo is a magical one. Is it Romeo? My Uncle's bird, he's in heaven now. He died of Brain Cancer, and he also owned a Toucan, Charlie. Do you also love birds like my mother & I? They keep me updated don't 'ya know...

Iowa my love—- we should’ve cuddled in peach light!
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