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Fighting SleepA Poem by violaFighting to stay awake All the night I've worked Line after Line I've written-- Nothing's .. |
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HomesickA Poem by violaIt’s hard to pinpoint exactly.A longing… For Family and Friends and Secret Spots For routines�" Friday night pizza a.. |
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The GiftA Poem by violaFor the last year I have been living in Guyana, South America teaching music. It is very hot and few places have air-conditioning. I never understood.. |
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My CreekA Poem by violaCold Dark Stormy Deep Not really. It’s just my little creek. BUT When storms are brewing You should see How like the .. |
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The Sound of SilenceA Poem by violaSilence. Does it really exist? There’s always the call of a bird, The gurgle of a brook, The buzz of an insect, The breath of a person.. |
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CuteA Poem by violaDon't call me cute. Cute is for bunnies and pussycats, babies and dandelions. I am not a baby. I am not a pussycat. I am not even a .. |
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