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caregiver

put
a
word here
and then there
gather them ‘round you
watch as they open up their eyes
singing, showing teeth
from your hand
feed them
the
truth

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  1. I love it, especially "feed them the truth". Lovely to see you, Rene.

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    1. Thank you, Sherry. Summer afford s me a little more time to write

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  2. Oh my what a wonderful read....loved, 'singing, showing teeth'

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  3. Those are the words we need... alas most words breeds from lies these days

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  4. What is truth? I don't know any more.

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  5. Lovely, lovely! Attention to words, to memory (song), to food and life!

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  6. Well - hopefully the truth will be listened to. These days I am not so sure. Powerful writing, Rene! Can be read on many levels.

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  7. I did enjoy you poem in its entirety.

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