Annette Pisano-Higley
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Beloved CampA Poem by Annette Pisano-HigleyThe ties that find, nurture and bind, That bring them home from where they roam, Epicenter, here they enter, Family land, from hand to hand. King .. |
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The Cardinals And The Bishop’s SonA Poem by Annette Pisano-HigleyTrue Story... |
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Adjectives, Adverbs, Superlatives, Oh My! OR: The ..A Poem by Annette Pisano-HigleyPity me, I’m on my knees. My ailment, overuse of these, Quite Spectacular, Shake-And Bake type words Icing-On-The-Cake type words, Explod.. |
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Sleep, Baby, SleepA Poem by Annette Pisano-HigleyA Mother’s Day lullaby... |
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New York - DeconstructedA Poem by Annette Pisano-HigleyI’m back💁♀️ |
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The You And The MeA Poem by Annette Pisano-HigleyThe you and the me of it, Where we start and stop, And overlap, Not an easy equation, To try to fathom, As lives converge, But at the core of it.. |
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GreetingsA Poem by Annette Pisano-HigleyHe has risen. Allelujah! |
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SanctuaryA Poem by Annette Pisano-HigleyNotre-Dame... |
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Unaccustomed PeaceA Poem by Annette Pisano-HigleyMorning walks on soft whiteness, Not a sound at first and then, Bird songs color the quietude. Window blinds splinter the bright light, And, when .. |
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The NightA Poem by Annette Pisano-HigleyThe night is too still. I read between its dark lines, The story is mine. |
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