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…ds of the stormClinging, wet snownow covering the naked branchesWhispering its message of springThe storm came for me tooDrove me homeLeft me for dead by taking what I thought I could never loseBut in its ferocityit left me a final giftA healingof my much damaged old soulIt left me peaceI didn’t recognize it at firstNever knew what it was…
Thomas Plummer
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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