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California Notebooks, Dec. 2013

Posted on January 18, 2014 by anna mosca

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it’s the beauty we hold

and carelessly wear around

what we’ll be missing more

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I’ve been that route

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bumps holes and crevices

known to me if you’ll let me

stop the nonsense and hold

dear what we have

.

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poetrycottage on January 18, 2014 at 12:22 am said:

The grass is definitely not greener … may we treasure all we have been given, trials and blessings.

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- anna mosca on January 18, 2014 at 1:02 am said:
  
  yes, everything… and with thanksgiving 🙂
  
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annaboshka on January 18, 2014 at 6:15 am said:

Like this a lot, especially the first line. carelessly wear around. yes 🙂

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- anna mosca on January 18, 2014 at 8:16 am said:
  
  Thank you, love to know that!
  
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Paul Goldfield on January 18, 2014 at 8:35 am said:

Thank you Anna. Very nice.

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alghaumon on January 18, 2014 at 7:26 pm said:

THIS IS…
NOTHING BUT, TASTE!
“D”

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smitaanandpoet on January 19, 2014 at 2:02 pm said:

A very beautiful and wistful poem loved it, keep penning magical verse.

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