Uncategorized Poem March 20, 2022 mtaggartwriter17 Comments Thoughts dieand there are no funerals -M. Taggart Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
Interesting idea. Do they die? Maybe they’re hanging around somewhere, clogging up the airways…. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
Nothing to remember them by. What a lovely and profound thought. Hold on to it, Matt. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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Sometimes that’s a good thing
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It’s odd for me to think about
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I consider it a gift of grace and mercy from the universe
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Interesting idea. Do they die? Maybe they’re hanging around somewhere, clogging up the airways….
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It’s all possible 😊
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Wow, that is really profound 🤔
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Something to think about anyway
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That’s powerful!! Well penned!
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Hello and thank you 🙏🏼
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Nothing to remember them by. What a lovely and profound thought. Hold on to it, Matt. 🙂
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I’ll try. Sometimes they come back
Hope you’re having fun!
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Have you never heard the slow-death-procession-shuffle of dead synapse?
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An interesting insight.
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Powerful words!
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🙏🏼
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I imagine for those suffering from Alzheimer’s it’s a good thing?
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Same with many a-dream
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