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Poetry Saves the World



Sing a Song of Sixpence

The birds were wet today Danced in the tattoo mind Evenly paced, song in the air Flirted in the spray where The House of Finch Braved the assault of The Brewer's Black Bird Pie The blackbirds chased their crow They... Continue Reading →


Early, with nothing other than Pumpkin pie on my mind. I think of swirling sugar and milk And hmmm. I think of heavy cream whipped In a sweeping of cinnamon dust. I think of cutting the first slice For you,... Continue Reading →

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