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A flavor of Miz Angelou
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
Free Therapy...
Two years ago, Mother’s Day weekend, my husband and son left for ten days without me. I can tell you that was the best present I could have ever received. I started writing again.