Laura Lynn
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That Night Was BeautifulA Poem by Laura LynnI can't write well!!! |
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Writing with a 4 year oldA Poem by Laura Lynntotally random...verges on possibilities of sense...no unity...very disjunctive and fragmented |
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Sepal = AleA Poem by Laura LynnElizabeth is here again, not dead for she can stand in for my feelings if all of us experience the same feelings. Priscilla is pretty and prim and.. |
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SentryA Poem by Laura LynnSENTRY Tonight again the intolerable screen that still can teach a lesson about a kind of life. We know that people like Swimming. The greatest .. |
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Punjab and Daddy WarbucksA Poem by Laura Lynn...project w/ Little Orphan Annie |
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The least of theseA Story by Laura LynnTO SENTENCE Lamb’s wool is nice, Judith thinks. You don’t have to worry too much about the black sheep with that Adamantine grin. The.. |
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Mary walksA Poem by Laura LynnStrenuous Mary walks across the water’s edge with a flower in her hand. Epochs mean a lot to her, and it doesn’t matter what flower.. |
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A lot of bunkA Poem by Laura LynnGARAGE Music countless bands jammed to in the Garage. Not every house has them. Unless it is false that we have enough time, there is no need .. |
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HugsA Poem by Laura LynnHUGS Catch all the birds falling into our hands. Let’s imagine that things are falling from Heaven, and we could catch all the pictures. .. |
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To Generate, GenerationA Poem by Laura LynnTo Generate, Generation Walk through the door to a new generation. A generation is too a long time; a door swings a duration. Take me, they say.. |
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