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Fighting Sleep

Fighting Sleep

A Poem by viola


Fighting to stay awake All the night I've worked Line after Line I've written-- Nothing's ..
Homesick

Homesick

A Poem by viola


It’s hard to pinpoint exactly.A longing… For Family and Friends and Secret Spots For routines�" Friday night pizza a..
The Gift

The Gift

A Poem by viola


For the last year I have been living in Guyana, South America teaching music. It is very hot and few places have air-conditioning. I never understood..
My Creek

My Creek

A Poem by viola


Cold Dark Stormy Deep Not really. It’s just my little creek. BUT When storms are brewing You should see How like the ..
The Sound of Silence

The Sound of Silence

A Poem by viola


Silence. Does it really exist? There’s always the call of a bird, The gurgle of a brook, The buzz of an insect, The breath of a person..
Cute

Cute

A Poem by viola


Don't call me cute. Cute is for bunnies and pussycats, babies and dandelions. I am not a baby. I am not a pussycat. I am not even a ..

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