A hundred years you've lived here
Since wrecking in the surf
This stretch of beach is your home now
The sandbar is your turf.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
The 21st's piece
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I doubt you need a description after the title.
The Poetess and her daughter
About The Poetess
- Aiden
- I'm a happily married stay at home mom. I love to write poetry, read, cook and be creative. My parents unschooled me, and my husband and I plan to unschool our two amazing children.
In case you get lost, here's a map.
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2010
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May
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- Critics
- the 29th's piece
- The 28th's piece
- The 30th's piece
- To a cup of pureed garlic with a hotwheels van and...
- On the way home from work
- Rachel
- The 24th's piece
- Class clown
- the 22nd's piece
- The 21st's piece
- The 20th's piece
- To a white butterfly
- Goodnight Dearest.
- Escape into thought
- Substitutions
- Happy shark
- The Heron
- Just a little longer
- The student
- Wind
- Lavender buds
- CTR class
- Delivery
- Worry Wart
- Self-control
- Blinds
- Yes, it's the moment you've ALL been waiting for!
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May
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