White picket fence without a door
A rose buried in permanent frost
Poetry, music, rain, children and more
Shopped for love, regardless of cost
Born on Monday, holding my breath
I inhaled life and exhaled death
*Author's Note: David challenged a number of us to write our life's history or memoir in six words. I turned it into a six word, six line poem. If I have to follow the given rules -the first line is my answer...
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