guides me.
Cabins of
light.
Soft
furry cats
jumping
with an
open face.
that is
what I
am
grateful
for.
Nature,
bamboo stalks
swaying
in
a
strait.
I am told
to
CHANGE
my
grey
sweater,
and my
brown
fleece
pants
and the mile
distance
of the horrid.
The
decorated
pine
on
Christmas.
I can
take
charge
as
I
grow.
A parrot
that
talks.
A
sasquash
making
me
brave.
Red love
is
darking
to
the
dead.
What are you grateful for?
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