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’Dis Obedient Poem

… ’Dis poem ain’t in line or just in time. She’s got one black eye and bruised feet and a pen -chant for running out in the street before she’s fully dressed. She don’t listen, or glisten, or wrap a … Continue reading

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Counting Sheep

.. I am all weird and weepy today, un -prepared for the wily way the world twists and turns to and fro and far and wee. Can you see the sun be -hind all this gray? Let’s breathe, and ask … Continue reading

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