Cold Poem

by Laura Parker Roerden When life crowds you with the call of too many mean words, words that line the very highway you are walking, words that tumble¬†along ghost town prairies as dangerous tumbleweeds gathering seeds,¬†spreading like wildfire and threatening to crowd out truth, try to find the center of the pendulum, though it swingsContinue reading “Cold Poem”

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