Empty bucket fills.
Leaky bucket empties. Drip
keeps steady rhythm.
About the Creator
Sonia Heidi Unruh
I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.
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Used to Being
Mammoths used to roam. Kansas used to be a sea. I used to not be. /// Surprisingly, the Great Plains region once upon a time was covered by a vast inland sea, filled with monstrous marine creatures. Many millions of years ago, the waters gave way to grasslands, which became home to woolly mammoths and other shaggy beasts. And in 1968, I was born.
By Sonia Heidi Unruh3 years ago in Poets
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