Dean Smith
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poems for my MotherA Poem by Dean SmithMOTHER'S LULLABY Next time you cry, just wonder why, you sat and sang a lullaby? To sooth my soul, to make me whole, to hold me close, away from c.. |
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Sun burnt PlaygroundA Poem by Dean SmithAn understanding of the pocket size kind, To teach the reach what they could not find, To question all, who questioned the fall? In a sun burnt p.. |