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©Copyright 2002 Judith Robbins Barrett



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. Often when you tell me thanks
I have given of myself
I have earned a mighty hefty rank
Right up there on your shelf.

Of such you do appreciate
Minute and many things
So seldom do you decorate
To cover up your wings.

So how do I express to you
The vast dissimilar ways
In which you lean toward brightening
As so few people may.

If I extend my gratitude
In variable haunting hues
It's that I wish to hesitate 
To over shadow you.

 

 

Ode To The Lumberjack

Harbor's Delight

Willow

A Caddy's Lament

My Musing

Frivolity

The Doll House

The Interrogation

He Had No Hands

Fickle Candle

Pine

Prince of Memories

Marsh Meanderings

Thanks

My Room

Fall at Twelve

Baseball

Khanabad Mice

Dormant

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