Happy card message with many a wavy line
just for your moment clicking with mine.
Apart together in the way of our mails
I write momentaries then pull up their sails.
Hope is endearing as we package its form.
A piece of ourselves, not enough for a storm.
Each one collected with smiles looking back.
Albums and boxes private moments to crack.
Our world seems too big for one happy at east.
Too busy for contentment any moment to please.
So our card with its message its pathos subdued
just for this time check and the soul's precious food.
- Owen R. Neill, Canada
Monday, December 29, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
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