Don’t butter me up, baby I am not a whole wheat toast I am not your raisin bagel or spring chicken roast.I am not a chunky duckor pancakes that you stackI am not your honeybunor red potato baked well-done. Don’t butter me up, babydon’t flirt if you don’t mean...
There comes a time to shut the doorsto say farewell to lock the drawersand find the strength to let it gowhat once was—for new to grow.Reflect on times and weigh the pastfind the answers as you ask—allow the wounds to cure and healthen weave new hopes and make them...
At my window fluttering free a butterfly flew in to visit me from far away from distant lands it came to rest right in my hands. It comes each night and plays all day It flies in circlesand swings and swaysand just before it flies awaywe sit together and we pray....
America, America who launched a thousand dreams from sea to shining oceans to live as one—as team— America, America a booming industry of opulence gone sour and man no longer free. We sing to Thee America our protector and our shieldwe come to you with hunger and...
At sixty-eight it’s not too late to start life anewevery day I sing and playlike I am twenty-two.*Yakira Shimoni FulksMay 28, 2021 | OC, California Photography Asaf Fulks | OC Recording CompanyCanon EOS 5DS f/45/23/21 | Huntington Beach, California Birthday |...
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