Her Star Filled Hours
Her Star Filled Hours
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A life of such wondrous variety,
Can only by a curious soul be chosen.
Like a glorious wildflower will~~
never want the glory of the ordinary rose's hour.
She runs through hardest times
with spontaneity!
Being normal to her is a life of genuine ecstasy.
She is filled with limitless power.
Life is sweet, not bitter sour.
She observes the common, quizzically.
A normal life to her is like wearing
Leder-hosen!
To her, there's no such thing as scheduled hours.
It's filled with brilliant star filled hours, personally chosen!
Alone, she walks her joyful Welsh Corgi,
on streets of moonlit, damp Cobblestone.
To her small white cottage with green shutters, where few
doth ever roam.
Humming secret tunes....known to her alone.
11-21-2020
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