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The Watch I carved a watch on my wrist Don't let your eyes mist Maybe now I can tell time While I make this rhyme I'd like to be able to see A..

For my daughter, Alexandria Paige

Pertaining to my own childhood abuse...but not graphic at all.

For Rose, who lost her mother and three children

In Gods’ Hands Someone asked me today What would take my cares away I sat there pondering Coming up with nothing Feelings of great despair ..

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