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In this section: 26 poems, 7 photos LOVING LIBERTY Her loves her, Liberty. He really loves her. She’s old, Liberty. Really old. But something went wrong with Liberty’s back right leg. To save the hind leg, they had to cut off two toes. This old dog Liberty had to learn new tricks. Now she limps,…
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What an inspiring thought for a Sunday. Next time I’m wriitng, I’ll think about this. I can imagine asking my pen, “Pen, what thoughts of the universe want to come through you today?”