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He slid lower, nodded toward the kitchen, get two glasses,have a sip before you leave. We didn’t say much becauseit had all been said. I kissed him on the head. He smiled,waved, lifted his glass to me as I stood in the door.He pulled a book off the stack, sm…
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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