Wendy Sue Writing

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Vacancy

A Poem by Wendy Sue

Herein lies a vacancy, in which there is no sign. When has someone lived there? I can't remember the last time. The curb appeal is stunning. M..

Weeping Willow

A Poem by Wendy Sue

The warm summer breeze gracefully pushed the leaves of the willow tree, like all the moving parts of a orchestra playing.Withered,diseased, dying, mad..

The Wall

A Poem by Wendy Sue

Wallflower, introverthiding in the limelight,masterfully cloaked inoutgoing optimism.I wander through the crowd,eye contact, smiles,conversations with..

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