Zoe Richardson
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Twenty-Nine Little Cups of CoffeeA Poem by Zoe RichardsonBeware what lurks in the shadows of love |
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DreamlandA Poem by Zoe RichardsonAnd now...a bit of whimsy! |
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The Streets of BirminghamA Poem by Zoe RichardsonWe are what we fear |
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The Solitary ConfederateA Poem by Zoe RichardsonA different kind of Civil War |
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TurnbaughA Poem by Zoe RichardsonTurnbaugh means "strongly bold." |
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Winter SolsticeA Poem by Zoe RichardsonRing out, wild bells, to the wild sky... |
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I Still Sing DixieA Poem by Zoe RichardsonThere is more than one side to every story |
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Final EntryA Poem by Zoe RichardsonLoss is like falling out of space |
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Patterns of MigrationA Poem by Zoe RichardsonAutumn calls us home where we belong |
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Red, White, and Breaking BlueA Poem by Zoe RichardsonFreedom is more to be desired than love |
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