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Stay thankful.

Twas the morning after Thanksgiving, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…. I don’t know about you, but that pretty much described my house this morning… unless you’re one of those crazy black Friday fanatics who was up at the crack of dawn before you’d even finished digesting …

poems.

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Like the smell of the earth, after the heaviest of rains,like the stillness of the air,after the howls of the thunder,how sweet love can be, after the sorrow of heartache,how healing is forgiveness, after the injury of hate.