
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
In the words of the Old Gambler, [from the Kenny Rogers song we loved so much]
'You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sitting at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done"
Well Ol''Thing, you must be counting a lot of money now, wherever you are. You played a damn fine hand.
Wheelie Bins of Love,
Your Middle Miracle
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