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The Summer Day Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out … Continue reading

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Do Not Forget Your Mother

Do not forget your mother as you shuffle off this mortal coil and descend into dirt. Do not forget the stray light ladder of her golden hair as it grays like moss in dusk on a deserted cottage door. Do … Continue reading

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