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I wish you all a very happy and productive New Year

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What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore–
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?
Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes

Here is the missing piece of my 365.25 Project (day 115-365.25)

This explains my absence on Flickr .

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Thanks
Venura

You kiss the back of my neck
I’m spinning to the ground
You run your strong fingers down my back
I can’t hear a sound
You whisper things to me
So sweet I can taste your words
You’re so close to me
I can feel our souls touching
You draw circles in my palm
Your love warms me to my toes, this I will never forget.
You loved me even if it was only for a minute
I hold onto that minute every night
You needed me even if only for a moment
I still hold onto that moment inside.
Christina Pagliarulo
You kiss the back of my neck
I’m spinning to the ground
You run your strong fingers down my back
I can’t hear a sound
You whisper things to me
So sweet I can taste your words
You’re so close to me
I can feel our souls touching
You draw circles in my palm
Your love warms me to my toes, this I will never forget.
You loved me even if it was only for a minute
I hold onto that minute every night
You needed me even if only for a moment
I still hold onto that moment inside.

Christina Pagliarulo

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A small speckled visitor
Wearing a crimson cape
Brighter than a cherry
Smaller than a grape
A polka-dotted someone
Walking on my wall
A black-hooded lady
In a scarlet shawl.

~Joan Walsh Anglund

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