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… scramblingup the beaches of Normandy,maybe picking pockets in Londonwith the crew from Dickens.The books my only friends,their stories told, my heroesrunning free. I often fell asleepleaning against a pillow inthe corner, book under the blanketpulled up to my chin, talkingto my friends in the storiesthat took me anywhere butwhere I was.
Thomas Plummer
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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I so relate to this!
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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