This poem grew from stories of my grandmother's life...
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New Vision Through Poetry for Sunday, January 11, 2004
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This is a collection of my poetry: a 'blog-book' of sorts, filled with a range of forms from haiku to prosetry. I believe poetry is one of the most effective ways to illuminate our inner and outer surroundings, helping us see the emerging facets of our worlds. copyright2005celeste632
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