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Mrs. Shepherd likes new pencil smell, morning hair, dodgy record covers, her husbands mutli coloured beard, scratch and sniff stickers, laughing like a witch, running on the spot, climbing up stairs with tap shoes on, her daughters, zig zag stitch, the colour red, snuggles. Mrs. Shepherd hates know it alls, big headed people at the movies. She is an artist whho lives on the mid north coast of New South Wales with her three daughters and partner in crime.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

i can't compete with things today...
like the outlandish hair styles of the younger girls i see down town.

The uber cool conversations i over hear in the coffee shop when i go to purchase my little ole' coffee.

even text messages today penetrate my barrier.

i walk around and feel like no one understands me.

there is a whole world of  something stirring, knotting inside..
a knowing..a hurting even.

i can't compete today..
not even with my boots..

but ehh
there's always tomorrow..


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2 comments:

  1. KimJuly 24, 2012 at 5:29 AM

    Sheppi girl, this is the most beautiful poem. A poem of tender hurts we can all relate too. You are very talented my friend. Keep on keepin on. love and prayers miscott

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  2. KimMarch 28, 2013 at 4:55 AM

    Shepenardi, Id love this post still. Very much infact!!!

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