Lessons I Teach Myself
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Oh, to be a child
One more time To dream while I'm awake To eat everything anew To Glamorize the mundane as if it was treasure. The things I knew when I was a child I will have to grow old to remember. Oh, to be a child One more time Like a butterfly springing out of its cocoon Like a bird spreading its wings Like a song at the moment of its inception. Innocent, open, free. Oh, to be a child. Oh.
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AuthorTamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog that may, or may not be, of any significance to anyone other than herself. If you found her lil' life lessons, stories, poems and blurbs meaningful to you, well that's f**ing amazing! Comment and share so she can pat herself in the back - she doesn't do that nearly enough. Cheers. Categories
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