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Sculpted.Carved. Some of us etched in stone.We are rockuntil we inhale the scent of poetryreleased by thinkers and dreamersbasking in the golden moonlight,stealing the cold, silent thunde…
Connie Song
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Oh how I love your poetry, Connie!
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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