John Geddes

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I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms

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here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond - not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed

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December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory

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I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again

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you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you