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Still Growing

Do not be sad for the ones you have lost. Think that they have gone back to the earth. As the falling leaves of autumn. That go to sleep...

To the love we lost too early

To the love we lost too early. I’ll keep your number around my neck. Remember your soft eyes, Your long tail, soft paws. Tears or...

Why We Write

We are prompted to write, By a word or another. We sometimes pause, Just when required. To center our thoughts, To make corrections. To...

All little boys and all little girls

All little boys and all little girls Should hold hands with one another. But there shouldn’t be a ‘should’, When it should have been a...

How The Tables Changed

A poem by Puku and Rebecca When I open the morning window I shall not wish for a golden sun When I bath into the golden sun I shall not...

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