Beccy
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Moving in day, Spring 1985A Poem by BeccyFrom a long ago memory |
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Self inflicted injuryA Poem by Beccy |
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The Glance.A Poem by Beccy |
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At a Christmas party.A Poem by Beccy |
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A bag of sixpences. (Or what love is.)A Poem by Beccy |
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RendezvousA Poem by BeccyWrote this a while back. Just thought I'd dust it off. |
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