My Grandma sips her deem tea
and smiles into the heart of me.
Human sunshine, human being
Existential peace in meaning
My Grandma's deep majestic trance
Her death dissolves; a true romance.
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http://ggrrookk.blogspot.ca/ it's a wicked waffle in the world of pancake poetry.
Thank you for existing DMT nexus. Thank you nexus members for being so open and kind. You have changed my life into a butterfly (Ok that's not to manly, let's say you have made me a super sized tiger in a wonderful jungle of delicious blue people.)