CHRISTMAS

Christmas, what does it mean to me--------------
snow--
frost.
school's  out.
snowmen.    snow balls.

C-O-L-D.
Christmas tree
HOT CHOCOLATE   and  cinnamon toast

trips to the city, christmas shopping
spending time, really looking for the right gifts for those on my list
wrapping the presents  nicely.
seeing the looks on the faces of the reciepients.
makes my entire year, to know I did something, that made someone happy
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Dog Abandoned In Trash Pile - An Amazing Story We Must Share

SNOW!!??!

YEAH SNOW. because you see. in this part the state,. I live. it's too low and too warm to snow.  but it did.
my brother said,  it snows maybe once a year.and melts. but, this time, there was a cold front, the four inches of snow lasted  all.   day.
I was glad to see it, as  I hadn't been snowed on  in absolute years.   not where I  previously  lived, i't t didn't snow.
just in time for Christmas.
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HONESTLY----------------------!!!!L

they keep changing everything.  I had  to go reset my  password.

why do they do that?   I have hard time  figuring a password that is acceptable.  

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The Drifter Neil Diamond

HARVEST MOON

Seeing the moon may not seem like a big deal to you.  But,  where I live now, there are so many trees, they block the view of the moon, most of the time.  But, tonight,  it rose in a space between the trees. Hello, Moon.it was a lovely sight.
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THE SOUND OF BEING ALONE

I  usually didn't agree with Neil about that. I was alone mostly.  I had my mom, dad and brothers.  but, no friends. no one to play with. 
I lived in books.  no 'shilo' even. 
we lived out in the country.  no neighbors. just a few relatives.
after I left and went to college. I made a few friends.
then I met  Dale.  we were together fifty years. he died. now, I am alone. no one.  only my home care.. .boring.
four out of seven days----alone. I can't see well. so the occupations I used to have, I can no  longer do.
long gray days. empty, empty. for some one creative, it's death.
TV and a computer. are all I have.
absolutely pathetic.  Life, meaningless. no life.  semi-disabled. can't leave the mobile  without help.  have no help.
why get old.  there is nothing to look forward to.
don't suggest anything. I've  tried   many things. not eligible  for anything.   just sit here, molder  and fade away.
am I sorry for myself?   yes.  am I depressed? yes.  there is a lot of reasons.
I live in town.
I have never felt so isolated.

I agree with Neil now.
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NOTHING NEW

I  am not blogging , because  I have nothing to say
who wants to hear, how one's life is gray.
to find  one is only existing, day to day.
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RAINY NIGHT

Deep of night
the raindrops start,
heavy  and hard
on roof and across
the fence and yard.
turning  ground into a puddle
all becomes a muddle.
dripping down from the eves,
mushy sounds on the leaves.
Rumble,   Boom  with the thunder,
CRACK, CRASH  the lightening
flash and slash.
makes me shiver in my bed,
like a child, I pull
the quilt, over my head.
sleepless, lying there.
I decide in my despair,to
get up and see about
making a warm cup
of tea.
warm, soothing, I sip
savoring the citrus scent,
listen to water,  drip until,
good, it's finally spent.
back to bed, cozyly,
I am sent
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I hate night storms!!!!!!!!!!!
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SURVIVOR

A potted Rose
in my neighbor's dooryard,
seems to welcome and
to guard.
A peach colored rose,
struggles  valiantly
to survive.
Blooming, in winter
blushes, to thrive.
Come, heat, or rain,
or ice and  snow,
yet,
produces a lovely
show.
 I marvel at such
a brave, stalwart sight.
For it has twice bloomed,
with determined might.
I value it's lessen.
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