Marie Anzalone
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poem: A Tribute in VioletsA Chapter by Marie AnzaloneHallmark doesn't make cards for my mother |
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The Color of AnthraciteA Poem by Marie AnzaloneThe Color of AnthraciteI use this spade you gifted me to dig deep downchecking the roots and bedrock;and find the taproot diseased and the rock fractu.. |
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A Meeting in 1688A Poem by Marie AnzaloneIn Good Penn's Woods, in Germantown The Friends did say, "tho they skin be black; we can no longer set the difference down, in words no more, .. |
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DaddiesA Poem by Marie AnzaloneLatin American nursery rhyme |
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CorvidsA Chapter by Marie Anzalonebecause I saw the fortress of your heart, and its walls were black with crows |
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poem: Vengeance of FormA Chapter by Marie Anzalonewhat if hatred took form and went hunting? |
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Weak OvationsA Poem by Marie Anzalonethe third and last for the Limer-exes contest |
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North Country Playah\'A Poem by Marie Anzalonewritten for the Limerexes contest |
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My First Mistake Was Saying Yes...A Poem by Marie AnzaloneI swear I only wrote this for a contest |
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poem: Forty ChristmasesA Chapter by Marie Anzalonewhen it's not really wrong... but not really right either |
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