Poetry: My view (true story)
your wrinkles are deeper
crepe skin on your arms
you stretch and ache
no pills ever work
your eyes of pain
or is that wisdom
a mixture of both
are you content
friendly while out
looking so happy
tucked in at home
you’re sullen and blue
that’s a glass on the wall
that’s my view in the mirror
Taken 6:15 on 9-10-16 throught the mirror
JFM Creates 
Is it your profile?
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Gwyn did you notice the shape? That took a little effort, but I don’t know if it was worth it.
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For the most my life is pretty good to Bev. Thank you for reading.
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I can relate
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So many are like that. I try to stay happy wherever I am. Life is pretty darn good.
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