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Things tobe Grateful for

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On incomplete poetry and revealed thought

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Only to believe

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On harvesting truth

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On becoming friends.

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On grandpas anvil

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The poet

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Luv is a verb

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Difficult things, and the dance

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The Negotiation

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Tobe Unborn and Luved

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The Handmaiden ToBe

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What Remains

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The Other Handmaiden

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A Handmaids Tale

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The danger, was there.

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On this Mother's Day

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On Mothers Day

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This then , this poem

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Caffeine and the Word of Wisdom

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I potted the plant

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On mommas poem

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When we started the war

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Into the Danger Zone

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They Danced

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The scars we carry

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On learning new things

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On her paintings

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The Castle

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The choice

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On creating midrash

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The poems

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This, Then, be Sacred

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When to plant, the pot.

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Acts 10:9-16

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The scares, He bore.

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On Plato's Cave

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On Mr Frodo and Gethsemane.

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On Celtic Bishops.

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From whence doth it come?

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On Being Vulgar ...

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On the light of Christ

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On the importance of tolerance ..

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Does the song remember when?

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To still the anger, then be one/won

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On the cemetery, at Grants Ward.

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On the other, moms

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On the importance, of the poetry.

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A man and his murse ...

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On Mommas, twin sister

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On making a baby ...

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On the first, broken, family.

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J. Golden on thinking for ourselves.

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To be grateful, and the anger, be still ...

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On their brokenness

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The church, universal, nourished, in the wilderness

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Elousia, In her womb ..

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On the Bastardization of English by the vulgar folk ...

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The drink, ... with a friend.

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On the power of myth.

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When she, was part, of him ...

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To'be less, is more. ver 2.0

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it is a twilight

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This, new feeling, so long ago.

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To be, less is more.

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The choice, She made.

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Still, know I not.

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The Talent, To cultivate.

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Still know, I not then

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The Tau, of Stev,

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The circumcision

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To heal, a broken soul

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The drive, to rescue, a soul.

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This then to be grateful.

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To return, to luv, and youth.

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She, who bore, the children

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This daughter of Eve.

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This then the Miracle

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This then pot, the plant

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She closed her heart

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Luv, being a verb

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The scars, they shared.

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