"We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Poem: For Maggie
Twirly, whirly, pretty girly,
golden hair so long and swirly,
clothes of many colors dancing,
magic wands and horses prancing.
Her imagination sparkles,
enter her wide world of marvels,
running wild and wide and free,
weaving dreams for you and me.
Nay, not tied by earthly bindings
she escapes through secret findings,
skips and sings her shining treasures
draped in rainbows, bright with pleasures.
Debra Dotter Blakley
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