Hi, everyone!
Every one of my photos today could relate to everyone.
Everyone with a closed heart is driving me crazy.
That teabag is telling everyone to be kind to everyone else, but to be compassionate to oneself, in every moment. I hope everyone reading this can do that.
Everyone I know has been been encouraging me to keep writing songs. Thanks, everyone! I wrote every one of these words while I couldn’t sleep:
Don’t Call Me
Don’t call me too weepy,
too creepy, too sleepy,
too selfish, too giving,
too sensitive from living.
Don’t call me too bitchy,
too itchy or twitchy,
too soft or too loud,
too modest, too proud.
If you’re gonna type me or hype me,
pigeonhole, assign a role,
Decide I’m a saint or some asshole,
Don’t call me.
Don’t call me too funny or too serious
I find it deleterious,
So don’t call me.
© Ann Koplow, 2018
How Much Time
How much time do we have with each other?
With a friend, sibling, or mother.
We don’t know,
take it slow,
Let things grow.
How much time do we have with each other?
With a partner, child, or a brother.
It won’t last,
The die is cast.
Take it fast.
© Ann Koplow, 2018
Every one of those lyrics is mine and every one of those songs is not yet finished.
I’m going to try to memorize every one of my songs before I go to Edinburgh in August. I’ll let everyone know if I’m doing a show there.
Here‘s Van Morrison with Everyone:
I’m looking forward to everyone’s comments and I’d like to thank everyone who helps me create every one of these daily posts, including everyone who reads them (like YOU).
I so much appreciate the way you grab life, Ann.
I so appreciate every encounter with you, Mark. ❤
EveryonCe in a while anN amazing person comes into your life and changes everything. (*˘︶˘*)♡
Thanks for coming into my life, NBC! ❤
Mice versa….err I mean vice versa. LOL!
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Writing song lyrics may not be how everyone deals with insomnia but everyone benefits when you do it.
Everyone benefits from what you write, Chris.
Certainly some productive nights – but I wish you some good sleep
Thank you, Derrick, for every one of your productive wishes.
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