Marie Anzalone
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A Meeting in 1688A Poem by Marie Anzalone |
DaddiesA Poem by Marie AnzaloneLatin American nursery rhyme |
CorvidsA Chapter by Marie Anzalonebecause I saw the fortress of your heart, and its walls were black with crows |
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poem: Vengeance of FormA Chapter by Marie Anzalonewhat if hatred took form and went hunting? |
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Weak OvationsA Poem by Marie Anzalonethe third and last for the Limer-exes contest |
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North Country Playah\'A Poem by Marie Anzalonewritten for the Limerexes contest |
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My First Mistake Was Saying Yes...A Poem by Marie AnzaloneI swear I only wrote this for a contest |
poem: Forty ChristmasesA Chapter by Marie Anzalonewhen it's not really wrong... but not really right either |
Old BuddyA Poem by Marie Anzaloneanother going home piece |
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My Dear Friend GregA Story by Marie Anzalonemourning the loss of a companion |
