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Woolen Testament

they used to say if there's a will there's a way and so i tried not to live with materialism but given now at my age i've accumulated dated and what i thought were savable things thinking how could i throw these memo ries away so my attic fills as does my basement one mouse filled the other mold damp mouse traps and a humidifier can't make or keep them to last but what is lost when they are found by a stranger the memory that surrounds them and grounds their electricity or some say an aura but before i go there i just have to say i had these things as part of me and so in sound mind and body both creaking and cracking i am passing this stuffing on to my son because i willed it in my will it's so much easier to give these things up when i go belly up

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Date: 1/14/2020 7:38:00 PM
we hang on to some things for many reasons... this made me think of my mom, when she passed away, we all took some of her favorite clothing...some still had tags on them as she loved to shop... my sister and sister in law could fit in her clothes...i on the other hand was way too thin...and i guess i thought maybe one day they'd fit... they never did, they ended up falling apart literally and i threw them out 15 years later... anyway... good write!
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Sandra Adams
Date: 1/14/2020 8:50:00 PM
for me writing is good therapy...but...i am good at pulling those emotions out of the depths and making the audience feel my pain...even when i am happy...i just craft the sad ones so much better but i try to write love ones here and there, they are never as good to me though... i smile all the time in life...
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Jeff Connelly
Date: 1/14/2020 7:50:00 PM
Sandra I do appreciate that you read my stuff and that you actually comment; a lot of folks don't. But I felt sad reading your comment (and a lot of your poems). You are a blessed writer Sandra. Perhaps it's just me or my manic/depressive medications, but I always try to write with a feeling of fun; yet I've waded through a life of sometimes shit. But, young lady, if we ever meet I'd like to see a smile on your face. Take care Sandra, and thank you so much.

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