annie lee
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fitA Poem by annie leebig wooden puzzles tiny pudgy fingers struggling to find the piece that fits fingers grow no longer tentative but still.. |
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marathonA Poem by annie leeshe dreams of dead babies that he has forgotten. he walks ahead, his stride too long for her to keep pace. for him what is past .. |
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January 1, 2014A Poem by annie leeThe new year, a new hope |
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the call of the dark/the call of the coldA Poem by annie leeAfter Christmas, before New Years, I always experience abysmal depression; this is merely an expression of that. |
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the way homeA Poem by annie leerengö |
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devoured by the day (rengo)A Poem by annie leegolden years have yet to turn me into a believer |
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soft morningA Poem by annie leerengo |
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monterey novemberA Poem by annie leerengo |
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tricked by the light and blinded by the truthA Poem by annie leerecalling epiphanies |
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An Ode to Going to Work for the GovernmentA Poem by annie leeIf the NSA reads this, they can call me for a very candid citizen's opinion (based on observation and actual experience) on the bigotry, sexism and ra.. |
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