Joy’s Disguises
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I found joy In the gray blanket of sky In the cold, wet raindrops that tickled me In the wind that blew my umbrella inside out I found joy At the little round table of wood That held my plain white coffee cup That contained the warm, brown elixir That chased away the chill in my bones As I gazed out the rain splattered window I found joy As I listened to Patsy Cline singing "I Fall to Pieces" As we all sat at our separate tables, sipping our coffee As I watched the rain walkers …[Read more...]
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