annie lee
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he who waitsA Poem by annie leeIt seems obscene that painful suffering cannot be separated from death; of course, cancer is the villain I think of right away. Too many friends, too .. |
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against my better judgement -- circa 1988A Poem by annie leea reverie about precious things |
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in silenceA Poem by annie lee |
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economy classA Poem by annie lee |
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speaking of fantasyA Poem by annie leemore fairy dust in our eyes |
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