inspired by two grandmothers, mary and mary, whom i loved as big as i knew how. these are not poems, not stories…these are just words taken from experience, taken from the heart. words written loosely with no direction yet aimed at anyone who appreciates an honest soul and a solid right hook. these are my words, my marymary words.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
and the marymary wind blows
If the roof blew off this house would the wind scoop me up, take me wherever it was headed? To be continued...
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