Mama and papa wren are building nests again This year in a folded up chair A leanin' 'gainst a porch wall I shall tip toe past carefully And leave them be by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.
Of turnips, caterpillars and kings:
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Little poems; how to lick a rainbow, the sky wept, sun peeking,lanterns. . . by Mamajoy. Can I write a poem a day? Hmmmm.
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