Pier Pressure
Will you hold me when I wander, When my cortex tells me lies, When the sorrows roll like thunder, When the waves and fears capsize? Will you anchor me with comfort, Kiss my furrowed brow away, Whisper...
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Senses collect the data, process and sort, conclude that Christmas is coming. But senses can be sidetracked, deceived, led down a snowy garden path. Heart and mind collect Promises, data for the...
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