Poems I'm focused on
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The clouds conversed together,
breaking up and flying about,
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The things she left behind,
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From the first leaf that changes,
to the final leaf that falls,
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The Vow
The rain fell; silent, liquid, streams of silvery tinsel.
My Poetry
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I come from a time when Grandma’s
looked like Grandmas, not movie stars.
36 lines,
August 23
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Mother always did tell me
to mind my own business.
82 lines, 1 comment,
August 20
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The poet looked up from his empty page and longed for something to say--
9 lines,
August 20
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You wake me with quick kisses,
8 lines,
August 20
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