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Listen, there was no time to play with my friendsI was a child slave--cooking, ironing, cleaningthe home--more and more as I hiked upthe valley to the..
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Poem "In His Death" was written for this foster child.
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Poem was written for one of my foster children
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The heated incubator
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Poem about child birth
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Chihuahua chases a skunk
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promoted ignorance, evil people, Willie Lynch, Prince of Egypt, Adolf Hitler, Osama bin Laden,
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IN LOVE
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About the passing of a loved-one
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He slouched crossways on the chair, guessing her,and she across, a jumping jack might have been.But you could feel the eclipses on the ceiling.And the..
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