Patricia B. Hepler
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Weary, TiredA Poem by Patricia B. HeplerWeary, tired. My heart is full of pain and grief, do not know when I'll have relief. Weary. Tired. Family scattered to the winds When will all .. |
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The Good Old DaysA Poem by Patricia B. HeplerGrandpa, tell me about the good old days Did you work? Did you play? Just what did you do all day? Did you catch lightning bugs andsave themin .. |
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Soul SuicideA Poem by Patricia B. HeplerAll the children, keeping quiet Not a sound they make. Always, alone, by themselves… A silence they cannot break. To tell someone- ANYONE.. |
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