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My Life's Edit

Born in North Carolina to affluent parents attended debutante balls, hated the dresses my mother thought I was made of clay no, I would have my way my father liked the bottle clear liquid was his hot tottie I loved him through it because I was his pet played classical piano performed, people judged, I won married three times there will not be a next struck by tragedy then, my life became a rhapsody my bio rearranged and things changed had two boys, left with one And, I am still standing under this great big sun.
©Holly P. Moore March 2013

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  1. Date: 3/25/2013 8:30:00 AM

    "made of clay" Wonderful phrase. turn around, turn around the good and bad. love, Kathy

  1. Date: 3/21/2013 5:26:00 PM

    Holly; when someone has been through so much, like you have - you have to be strong. may god be with you and always guide you. Lucilla

  1. Date: 3/21/2013 8:34:00 AM

    Enjoyed the read Holly. you've been through so much and still standing, Bless You! Bernard

  1. Date: 3/20/2013 3:08:00 AM

    I loved it Holly, different from your other poems. More hopeful and better.

  1. Date: 3/20/2013 1:08:00 AM

    Holly the hope just radiates from this...David

  1. Date: 3/20/2013 12:43:00 AM

    - Hope "sun" will shine extra on you in the future Holly, you deserve it. - Well written, with sorrow in memory. - Have a nice day. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

  1. Date: 3/19/2013 7:51:00 PM

    Thats the main thing still standing thanks for the great read