I am here and present in this world. See it as full of love and potential.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
I Am Here
August 15, 2011
Strange
August 13, 2011Strange how ones pleasure can be someone else’s irritation.
~ Patrice
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I Had A Friend
August 12, 2011I had a friend
He was six, I was seven
His house or mine
We played dawn to dusk
Swam in the creek
Or rode a pony
Now that was heaven.
I had a friend
He was six, I was seven.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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Miracles Happen Everyday
August 11, 2011Miracles happen everyday. Small or large, noticed or unnoticed, they happen.
~ Patrice
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Memory Is A Wonderful And Devious Thing
August 10, 2011Memory is a wonderful and devious thing. Or should I say your mind. Don’t let it take you down the road of despair but the path of joy and happiness.
~ Patrice
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Sacrifice Nothing
August 9, 2011Sacrifice nothing
Join in the fight of your life.
Rain patters down in a trickle of might.
The ground is a maze, hard to decipher
Which is right and really does matter.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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In This Life
August 8, 2011Journey on in this life you’re been given. It’s precious and the only one you will have. No one knows how long or short it may be. So make everyday all you can.
You are important and the only person that will always be with you. Treat her kindly.
~ Patrice 
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In The Midst
August 6, 2011Here we are in the midst of wonder and magnificence.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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Relief From Stress
August 5, 2011Relief from stress
And the dark unknown
Brings a calm, tranquil state.
Relax here awhile
Charge, and then
Go back in the fray.
Tomorrow is another day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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Some Things Get Hard, Even Difficult
August 4, 2011© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Some things get hard
Even difficult
And you wonder
Why it is to be.
You muddle forth
Stepping over
All the debris
That hinders you and me.
Sometimes tripping
Sometimes skipping
Feeling absolutely fuddled
In this mess
My life can be.
~ Patrice
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