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Written during the pandemic · Shared with Your friends Drowning It works it's way into your brain and your bones No descent in a b...
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Jealousy I put out my hand and plucked a rose, A red satin rose with a velvet scent, And chaliced its loveliness in reverent palms, Knowing ...
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February Afternoon By Edward Thomas Men heard this roar of parleying starlings, saw, A thousand years ago even as now, Black rooks with whit...
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I'm looking for a poem Joan wrote prior to 1976 that I saw on a church bulletin in Santa Monica. Don't know the title of the poem. My e-mail address is allanjwilliams1@gmail.com
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