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The Words of My Mamaw McQueenA Poem by Melinda McQueenThe Words of My Mamaw McQueen She read my words, as proud as can be. She knew I had something special. She told me I would succ.. |
Pink, Red, and YellowA Poem by Ann OutlawPink, Red, and YellowByAnn OutlawThe somber grey sky dances and emerges as light blueThe naked trees open up, they're in full bloomThe grass shines li.. |
A Lady in the StreetA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
16. A Wee DramA Chapter by Peter RogersonWas the bottle allegedly containing poison another red herring? |