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…n dancing off down the street. Finally, the sun had enough, a final shove, the clouds flee in fear… whomever scripted this morning must have also written my life, times of total misery, patches of hope, yet a final chance to walk in the sun on my way home.
Thomas Plummer
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Mine, too. Mine, too, my friend
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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