Lisa Lindsey
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Christmas PastA Poem by Lisa LindseyTis the season for making new memories. |
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Venice is SinkingA Poem by Lisa LindseyInspired by listening to Barcarolle on classical radio. |
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Guilt-Free ButterfingersA Poem by Lisa LindseyA stroll down the candy aisle conjures visions of past Halloweens with costumed innocents braving the dark in pursuit of a sugar high. I miss th.. |
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I Miss You, Great PumpkinA Poem by Lisa LindseyJust missing those days when the kids were little; when carving pumpkins, finding a Halloween costume and watching Charlie Brown were annual autumn ri.. |
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Ode to a SpiderA Poem by Lisa Lindseywho hung her web from my porch lamp |
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Summer's EndA Poem by Lisa LindseySummer’s end is not the corn dolly hanging from barn rafters. No booming fireworks eulogize her. No riderless horse drags her effi.. |
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August MelancholyA Poem by Lisa LindseyAugust came with a sudden haze of melancholy. We still ran barefooted along warm summer sidewalks, but always with the knowledge that Labor.. |
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The Literary LifeA Poem by Lisa LindseyI do not need a large oak desk,a custom-built computeror a study loft with a skylight.All I require is a laptop, a coffeemaker,and a window to watch t.. |
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Storybook SummerA Poem by Lisa LindseyIt wouldn't be summer without a book to curl up with, regardless of the age of the reader or the age of the protagonist. |
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