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Thank you. Reading that poem was close to touching grass and perhaps a reminder that those we dislike may have something to say.

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I needed it.

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Thank you so much for that, Amy. It was just what I needed tonight just before bed.

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Sleep soundly

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May 28Liked by Amy Eileen Hamm

Thank you for sharing. I have many happy memories of picking blackberries, thorns and all.😉 Reminds me and makes me want to paraphrase William Carlos Williams:

I have eaten

the blackberries

that were in

the icebox

and which

you were probably

saving

for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

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Ooof, I love the imagists & WCW. Petals on a wet, black bough. ❤️

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May 29Liked by Amy Eileen Hamm

Up and beyond the constant and really constant abuse, truth.

Please keep speaking, I try to do it to,I’m not famous, don’t wanna be. TY. Amy.

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May 28Liked by Amy Eileen Hamm

What a lovely poem! Thank you for staying up late to find it and share it with us.

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Glad you enjoyed it.

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May 28Liked by Amy Eileen Hamm

I have searched for a poem. Lovely entry, thank you.

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xo

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May 28Liked by Amy Eileen Hamm

Thank you.

I am on a blackberry eradication program. As Tom Robbins pointed out, they will eat you house. I have a lovely patch just down the street.

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I hear goats are great to keep the brambles at bay.

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May 29Liked by Amy Eileen Hamm

This house could use a goat...I'll look into it.

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Recreating a poem (actually lyrics) to face each morning:

The world is topsy-turvy, so the only position in which I can think straight is upside-down in my inverter. This humble effort is inspired by the lyrics to "I'm Getting Married in the Morning" by Alan Jay Lerner from My Fair Lady.

I'm not getting buried; stop the mourning.

I'll not have my body turn to slime.

Cancel the casket; just put me in a basket.

But get me to the furnace on time.

The moral: Face each day with humour. Face your persecutors with absence of fear and equally important, with unpredictability.

At the same time, choose your battles wisely and know when to quit....when the battle is not just worth the effort.

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