I see hints of myself within her And yet she is grown so much I am awed sand pebble to mountain i can only claim tiniest of sand grain Yet still, thankful to have known her 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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