I went to a wedding yesterday and met a bunch of people I played “house” with as a kid I say met…
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In autumn’s fiery blaze of gold, When leaves break free, their stories told, They dance on winds of fierce descent, Like women…
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warm ginger, like cinnamon spice these simple pleasures are revealed to me. perhaps although your gaze is cold as ice your gentle…
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I ran down the aisles cautiously My squeaky little shoes racing past the cheese chips. Ran and Ran Up the crowded-fish tank…
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Summer- a haiku by Saisha Dangle Golden sun above, Children laugh in sunlit play— Summer’s dance begins.
