Wendy Sue
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VacancyA Poem by Wendy SueHerein 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.. |
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Weeping WillowA Poem by Wendy SueThe warm summer breeze gracefully pushed the leaves of the willow tree, like all the moving parts of a orchestra playing.Withered,diseased, dying, mad.. |
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The WallA Poem by Wendy SueWallflower, introverthiding in the limelight,masterfully cloaked inoutgoing optimism.I wander through the crowd,eye contact, smiles,conversations with.. |
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