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    Sunday, 10 June 2018

    I’d shake your hand but as you see (ha ha). My name is Mrs. Grubb. Welcome to the neighborhood. A new face is a joy round here. They come and then they disappear   All the time. So welcome the new And remember the old, the ones who rise. I ma...
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    Sunday, 27 May 2018

    The Third is heroic. The Fifth is iconic. The Ninth is a miracle. But of all the Nine symphonies, my favorite has always been the Seventh. I don’t know why exactly. It just appealed to me immediately, the rhythms and melodies, the energy pulsing t...
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    Tuesday, 01 May 2018

    "At times I believe that my feet have been set upon a road which I shall go on following, and that slowly the centre of gravity of my being will shift over from the world of day, from the domain of organizing and regulating universal powers, into the...
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    Monday, 23 April 2018

    There once was a playwright named Will Whose spelling was practically Nil. Whether Shaksper or Shakspere Or Shakspe or Shakespeare, Sweet Will paid his bill with a Quill.
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    Saturday, 07 April 2018

    It is National Poetry Month here in the US, so I thought I would offer one from my favorites: To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing By William Butler Yeats Now all the truth is out, Be secret and take defeat From any brazen throat, For h...

Latest Comments

Rosy Cole We Don't Say Goodbye
23 June 2018
Much deep wisdom here. Thank you!To be honest, I'd rather never say goodbye... No matter what plans ...
Stephen Evans We Don't Say Goodbye
15 June 2018
Sound advice Ken.
Ken Hartke We Don't Say Goodbye
13 June 2018
I may have posted this before -- I sometimes need to revisit it. I occasionally need to give myself ...
Katherine Gregor Rise
12 June 2018
I like it!
Katherine Gregor R. R. R.
12 June 2018
I hope you're right. Thank you for your comment.

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