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Our hearts and souls from the quill.
Earthly band in spirit time;
Tender words to share in rhyme.
Inside each one, lies creative thought;
Caring and sharing, each has taught.
Amidst this little group of ours
Remains constant written powers.
To bring together, and join as one;
In brightened rays cast from the sun.
Special women to fly so free,
Touching hearts so tenderly-
Sisters of word in poetry.








Love it and the poem ... is wonderful... I am almost speachless. Thank you

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