Jeannine Winklaar
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Sunday afternoonA Poem by Jeannine Winklaar'there is a puddle children are jumping freely mom is making soup' |
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Rainy DayA Poem by Jeannine Winklaar'it is raining out raindrops flow into the earth coffee in my hand' |
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Darkest GreenA Poem by Jeannine Winklaar'The summer sunshinefilters through the darkest greenand it smiles at me' |
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