I'm tired of juggling egos
Little balls of fire that burn my hands
Sometimes I drop mine
but always keep the others' flying
I want to pick mine up and drop the others
Walk across them like a bed of coals and out the door.
If you want one,
they're in the room where I left them.
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About Me
- Debo
- Born and reared in the South. Threaded my way to the Northwest several years back. When I was a little girl, an old woman asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up. I answered, "I want to go everywhere and see and do everything." I'm working on it.
What I'm Reading
- Peaceful Valley Farm Supply Catalog
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