Excuses
It’s the roots that we grow
as we grow older,
It’s wishing once again
we were fresher still,
It’s the mother that we make
with a new hairdo,
And the noise of us
as we fall to sleep.
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arch.memory 
you know how, just the other day in a comment on my blog you mentioned how you missed a longer katy poem? i guess, without realizing it, i had been feeling the same way about a shorter ashraf poem.
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Ashraf,Very subtle and moving… Hope all is well…Peace.(Hello, Katy.)
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moving words ashraf. contemplative!
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Besides ‘the mother that we makewith a new hairdo,’I was not moved.Love,Ton frère Ahmad
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