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The Importance of Simpatica

. Following Margo over to PoMoSco, day 28. Source text: Thunder Hill, by Elizabeth Nicolds (1953). Page 43.

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Hits you right in the feels.

(a Facebook found poem) .. It’s always a good time to paint beauty in the broken, ..first field trip, …….closing day, pennies from heaven. Wonder where she gets her um …….-brellas? Sometimes we all just have to un ……………..-learn the … Continue reading

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A Sprinkling of Oleanders

. Blond from woke, whiskers climbed last dry blooms, delicate leaves, spring flames like the roof. Mother: three quarter the could, the blond pale midnight like whiskers of climbed white desert, bed of moon. We woke the spotted shriveling blooms. … Continue reading

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