Laura Lynn
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She flies with her own wingsA Poem by Laura Lynn |
Labor conquers all thingsA Poem by Laura Lynn |
With God, all things are possibleA Poem by Laura Lynn |
To be, rather than to seemA Poem by Laura Lynn |
More ConfessionsA Poem by Laura Lynn |
FragmentsA Poem by Laura Lynn |
Who I am this day and nightA Poem by Laura Lynn...I am grateful friends, all friends... |
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fixed habits, creature of habitA Poem by Laura Lynn |
another dream,A Story by Laura Lynn |
Climbing leavesA Poem by Laura Lynn |
