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…te as tangled clouds and unraveled arms,as unhinged as the flaxen moon or the unobstructed stars, and only the uncradled heart would thinkthat poetry cannot save the world,unstitch the soulor mend that which is broken.
Connie Song
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Poetry is prayer is heaven
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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