Allen Smuckler
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The Games We PlayA Poem by Allen Smuckler@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-fam.. |
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my soul do takeA Poem by Allen Smucklerwalking on the wooded path..it's never too late |
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Does She HearA Poem by Allen Smuckler..never easy, but harder when a parent or sibling... |
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A GirlA Poem by Allen Smuckler@font-face { font-family: "Arial"; }@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0.. |
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time for a changeA Poem by Allen Smucklerhappiness is parasailing ... except if scared like me |
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Crickets on Main StA Poem by Allen SmucklerSolo Journey to sweet Virginia...Skyline Drive |
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Me, Myself, and IA Poem by Allen SmucklerBrrrrr, is all I could say....I'm otta here for warmer weather... |
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Loneliness is a MemoryA Poem by Allen SmucklerSo we meet in Paris after years of memories engulf our sunken minds- those tortuous seas and thunderou.. |
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Good Night (haiku)A Poem by Allen SmucklerThe giant puffs of gray clouds show the rays of sun- brightly shining through |
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OB, NCA Poem by Allen SmucklerCascading crests on the Outer Banks, North Carolina, and sun drenched bodies sing hallelujah. Rejoice the day and twitter our songs.. |
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