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My Giant

My Giant

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My giant walks beside me
sheโ€™s my spirit thatโ€™s within

she gives me so much strength
when my patience does wear thin

my giant walks beside me
she keeps my mind honest and fair

sometimes she does remind me
to use my intellect and flair

my giant walks beside me
she tells me I have grace

and whispers of my beauty
when Iโ€™ve a smile upon my face

my giant is my best friend
my life to her I owe

because, this giant who walks beside me

Is actually my soul.

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Bernie Martin

Ah the soul, older than our bodily vessels. Not just that but with connections that transcend our current existence and the soul also knows about those yet to be made. And I think to refer to the soul as giant is perfect. As are your descriptive lines. I have to pick a favourite line, as you might expect. It's hard, it's always hard, but I would pick 'she's my spirit that's within." Beautiful line my dear friend. ๐ŸŒน

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Shirley Harrison

No need to make such an effort dear Bernie, I know you really enjoy my work, it's a true pleasure and a true honour that even one other writer enjoys my scribbles. So thank you my dear friend, I truly appreciate you stopping by. ๐ŸŒน Have a wonderful day.ย 

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Bernie Martin

Ah but that's the whole point my dear Shirley, it'sย  not an effort. ๐ŸŒน

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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

I want to be a reporter today...

Perfect...

Please tell me...

How was your Journey?

When did it start?

What did you see?

What happened?

How long have you been with the Giant?

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Shirley Harrison

lol hello miss Sparrowsong, and yes you may ask, she has been with me almost 50 years, she has been by my side through thick and thin, ups and downs and merry go rounds. She is my most favourite thing in the world and she is the reason I can write my scribbles, some days she is heavy some days she is blue, some days she lifts me with laughter, she makes me feel new.ย 

You are such a great reporter. โค๏ธ

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