What might hide in the shade?
Rotten luck, curled at it's edges,
Like so many aged pages,
Wishing they'd not delayed.
What is green grows distant,
Or is that some slick mould?
I forget your true patina,
Ignore anguished eternity,
The bite of bitter cold.
Such a foreign notion,
What need is there for this?
I pray for kind companionship,
So that I might sink down with it
And feel a little bliss.
Hey there guys,
For the next few weeks, I'll be raising money for ALS in preparation for a sponsored walk. Any donation you can make would be greatly appreciated.
HOW YOUR DONATION HELPS
Your donation helps in two very critical ways :
First off, the money will go towards supporting direct services for people with ALS and their families – educational information, referrals to local health care and community services, equipment assistance and coordination of peer support groups.
Secondly, a guaranteed 40% of funds raised during the Walk support breakthrough research to treat and cure ALS.
Please go to my page by clicking the link below. Give as little or as much as you can. You know how the old saying goes. "Every little helps." *Tap Tap*
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