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For ten years this hung above my bedroom door

Wila Catha wrote “Where there is great love there are always miracles”

Took it down one day and lent it to a young man in much turmoil

He ended up drinking around the clock and losing all his poccesions

throwing his paintings in a dumpster and can’t remember what happened to her

I was a child once and was abused, I was a childike once and it was worse


Author: biochicklet

Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art, history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.

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