Andrew John
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Bright SightA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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Balls and BellesA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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She Faces a WindowA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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Coronation for a KingA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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Bouquet Becomes TourniquetA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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Blood and Cold WaterA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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A Rubbing of HandsA Poem by Andrew JohnElsie, Lucy, Olive, this small boy's remarkable old aunts. Oh, how they rubbed their hands. But with glee or sorrow? Or even anger? Elsie had a s.. |
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Broken BrainA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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Now and ThenA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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Two Were Once OneA Poem by Andrew JohnIambic pentameter |
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