I sit tensed
nervy, anxious and worried So much to pack so small my bag.
The laughs, the warmth
The support, the advices How can I pack so small my bag
Nostalgia engulfs me
teary eyed, indebted I am so much to thank speechless I stand.
Memories and Love
is all that I wish to shove and carry in a my sack to smile every time I look back. Abundant thoughts on @$@love Healing verses on Life* Empathetic poems about Nostalgia
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Well I got an Rx from Marie Lave au In the backwoods of New Orleans… A sacred blue voodoo MO JO BAG She said I made this just for you, just For you now Bo…carry it in your left Pocket
I’ll start with some foundation for this provides my base, It helps hide any blemish that I find upon my face, It smooths out any wrinkles, it softens up my skin, I need to match the shade I need before