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This Is How It Will All End?

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  This Is How It Will All End? Ancient pyramids shaped like volcanoes. Why? Perhaps to portray the volcanic power of Earth, and that of the pharaoh buried within. Exploding mountains still occur, as do deep-sea vents. Are these hot potatoes how it will all end?  Man has no control over magma coming from deep in our planet. Man does have control over what he does or doesn’t do on Earth’s surface causing climate change.The Los Angeles wildfire is a smoke signal for the rest of us. Many dead, and 1000’s of homes just smoke and ash. What provided the kindling? Dry conditions for the vegetation - fiery tumbleweeds - and hurricane-force winds. Mankind dried the kindling. After the fires, mankind must end climate change, or climate change will end man. 
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1 Degree

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  1 Degree I don’t want to open the thin, gauzy drapes today. It’s not like they seal off the cold. I don’t want to look out at the cold, white snow. I have enough trouble keeping myself at 98.6 degrees without reminding myself that it’s 97.6 degrees colder outside. I still like the change of seasons, especially when they change to warm.   
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What My World Needed

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  What My World Needed Out of the blue sky flew a blue bird, a blue jay at the bird feeder. It was a blue ribbon event for me because he got me out of my blues. “Just because I’m the color blue doesn’t mean I have to be bummed,” he seemed to say. And I had to agree. After all he is a colorful bird, just what my world needed at the moment.   
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Life is Love

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  Life is Love In my 78th year… My heart keeps beating My lungs keep breathing My eyes keep seeing My nose keeps smelling My ears keep hearing My tongue keeps tasting My hands keep touching My brain keeps thinking My emotions keep emoting My life keeps living What powers these gifts? My heart not just beats, but loves The power of love Given to me to share
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Far, Far Away

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  Far, Far Away A brook flows vividly through my memory While I munch a sprig of mint Beside my favorite waterfall For me it is like a breath of fresh air Near in my reverie, but far,far away in reality As a blizzard of ice and snow approaches
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In a Parallel Universe, by Patti Ramponi

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  In a Parallel Universe         By Patti Ramponi In a different world, I’d walk along the cliff’s edge In a whirlpool of fresh air, only to come upon a waterfall In a different world, perhaps a different universe, I’d stroll with my robin’s-egg-blue picnic basket And look over the bluff to the cliff dwellers below Gathering driftwood in the setting sun, with the moon rising  Casting shadows on moonstone along the shore
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Snowflakes and Humans

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  Snowflakes and Humans No two snowflakes are alike Every one, one in a billion Every one, unique Every one, in essence, shining like a star No two humans are alike Every one, one in a billion Every one, unique Every one, in their heart-of-hearts, shining like a snowflake
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