Rita L. Sev
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ConfessionA Poem by Rita L. SevWe are all guilty! |
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MasterpieceA Poem by Rita L. SevIf you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe. - Carl Sagan |
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One Single Grain of SandA Poem by Rita L. SevIn the grand scheme of things, it can only mean squat. |
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My Mother's HandsA Poem by Rita L. SevHappy Mother's Day |
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Locked OutA Poem by Rita L. SevThere is no key |
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Indeed, a Rising SunA Poem by Rita L. SevA little piece of history |
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Dance FloorA Poem by Rita L. SevThe best place to go. |
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Neighborhood WalkA Poem by Rita L. SevTook a stroll this evening |
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Honeysuckle MemoriesA Poem by Rita L. SevAlways sweet |
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RecipeA Poem by Rita L. SevMangia! |