Desert LifeA Poem by hollyGrief
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Santa Fe - 2008
More was settled than the dust in that harsh
Massillon - 1952 I rode your shoulders then
Our father died. I got pregnant and got married. Santa Fe - 2008 At seventy-six you finally asked me home I felt it moving in my mouth, choking every word of never-ending pointless ice.
© 2008 hollyAuthor's Note
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Added on October 25, 2008Last Updated on November 7, 2008 Previous Versions Authorhollynear Cleveland, OHAboutDo we get to choose who we are, or are we limited by where we live, how we grow up, what we do to earn money? My unchosen facts: I'm old, live in the eastern Mid-West US, grew up with a huge chip on m.. more..Writing
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