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January Twenty-Fifth

January twenty-fifth 
silver locks idle talk with
age comes wisdom an old myth
a dance holding firmly fixed walker 


1/18/2020

agehappy birthdaytail-rhyme

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Charlie Knowlton

February 15, 2020 at 10:13 AM

I certainly feel the creek and the cold Eve. Love these short poems. Good one.

Sam Kauffman

January 19, 2020 at 5:13 PM

Happy Birthday Eve. Adding candles to our cake does not render us sidewal superindendants in builiding the kingdom or poetry! Birthday blessings.

Running Wolves

January 19, 2020 at 4:45 PM

very nice poem. when I'm 90 Ill be rolling in a wheelchair powered by speakers blasting AC/DC.... bwahahahaha

Caren Krutsinger

January 19, 2020 at 4:37 PM

Ah, I am sending you warm thoughts as I think of you while I read this one, Eve.

Jenish Somadas

January 19, 2020 at 6:28 AM

Advance Happy Birthday dear Eve.. Age is just a number.. Your poems are eternal..

Jan Allison

January 19, 2020 at 5:48 AM

We share the same special day Eve, I am faving this with its wise words especially about the silver hair - lets keep on dancing with our words leaping off the page:-)Wishing you an early Happy Birthday - I celebrated mine with friends yesterday as we are busy on the actual day:-) hugs Jan xx