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Seems like I made a confession before, but I can’t remember what I confessed to, of the many I might.
My photo today is of me at my prime, half a lifetime ago, which reminds me of another earlier poem,
“MY Mirror Is A Liar:”
It is my fifth birthday and
I am in pigtails, swinging
on the garage door,
wondering if I will still
be me
when I am grown.
Eighty-eight years later,
I am…
Source: Confession | NANMYKEL.COM
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Viajemos según nos lleve el viento,
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