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…et a sound whispers in my ear.Oh, sweet nothing! Why would anyone believewhat they read in verse?A poem is a primo place to hide.In fact this poem has nothing to do with meExcept that I’m making it uplike that girl we saw dancing in a circle, arms aloft.Thunder echoing in the mountains.Golden poppies in her hair.Forgetful eyes.Not an idea in her he…
Evelyn Jean Pine
Michelle Renee Kidwell
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