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Wednesday, May 29, 2019

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['Contemplating Peace Carolyn M. Abrams Art' from google] OF PEACE The wings of the butterfly are not still They are white, fla...
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Tuesday, May 28, 2019

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THE EXERCISE OF WALKING New sneakers or old, mornings made for walking Stretch the length of main street and sidewalks; Cardboard street...
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Monday, May 27, 2019

Monday WRites 207

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[click to play the puzzle on line] [this jigsaw first published at my blog Lunch Break March 2017 ] On The 11th of November here in Tr...
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Wednesday, May 22, 2019

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image credit JUST BEFORE DAWN I awoke, but the dawn was no where to be found Moonlight however, held sway against this fabric Of ...
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Monday, May 20, 2019

Monday WRites 206

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ABANDONED HOUSE An abandoned house, rich in silence and vibrant red blooms, stands at the corner; where sunlight acts as traffic-stoppe...
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Wednesday, May 15, 2019

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THE PICNIC This poem is a young family This poem sits in Savannah grass This poem is time out She toddles up close to the pond, But b...
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Monday, May 13, 2019

Monday WRites 205

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OUT TO LUNCH MOTHER'S DAY Seated near a window, the view in the far ground is of the Savannah crisp and brown for the drought that en...
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