Time after time
Wasn’t there a song
With those words?
Time will tell
It always does
She only knew that if she didn’t get the time
She just might lose her mind
She was torn into pieces
Standing on the ragged edge
Things to do and places to be
Words to say and words to believe
Time would tell
It always has
š Jeanna’ Mead 656am 6.6.20
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I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.
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