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  • A Sappy Sad Love Song Poem For Cowgirls’ Twangy Guitars

    The dock, it washed away in the flood I thought that you would stay But these tears are real, rolling down my face And all I can do is cry. Invited you in, longer than a dream, meant so much more to me than to deny I feel your arms around my sides and all…

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  • TuesDayNewsDay AnitaLorraineMoore “Learn to handle the valleys Quincy, the hills will take care of themselves.” -Count Basie to Quincy Jones Dear Humans, Here comes the new Anita Moore newsletter every Tuesday describing what’s going on with me musically, emotionally/intellectually, creatively, and about life in general and things that move, touch or inspire me. We’ll start…

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  • All night long 4/3/15

    As the sun rays were warming the trees in the morning of Colorado skies, I was kissing the air in thanks that I was still breathing. As the snow effortlessly perched on top of all the green things, I walked around the block, ran a bit, then slowed down to be grateful once again. As…

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  • It’s morning time… and I’m very nearly on the road again

    Road trips make me giddy …and lighting a candle before I start my work in the political world helps me to feel more cozy.  That’s what I’m doing right now. So I live in Beech Mountain now and it’s been in the lower teens as far as temperature goes for the last week.  I moved…

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