Mark D
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Second hand moralsA Poem by Mark D |
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On these burial groundsA Poem by Mark D |
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Cannon of thoughtA Poem by Mark D |
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See this day arriveA Poem by Mark D |
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I caught a visionA Poem by Mark D |
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Here on my ownA Poem by Mark D |
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Adults never growA Poem by Mark D |
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What I came to doA Poem by Mark D |
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Rich in spiritA Poem by Mark D |
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The red roses are nextA Poem by Mark D |
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