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			<title>if i had a red wagon</title>
			<description>if i had a little red wagon where would i go down the lane around the corner what would i see from my little red wagon so&amp;nbsp; close to the ground where i could reach my hand touch the cement count the cracks wiggle squiggle haphazard in my path make my little red wagon wheels go bump bump bump pus..</description>
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			<title>up high on a ledge...you can see forever</title>
			<description>Up High On A Ledge You Can See ForeverI am afraid of heightsI don&amp;rsquo;t like stairswith spaces between the stepsI am afraid to go by myselfto the outhouse in the darkI have come in dead lastrunning in a 10-k raceI have won the booby prizein a golf tournamentI have fallen back..</description>
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			<title>The River</title>
			<description>I wrote the poem at a retreat at the Lazy M Lodge ( in central Alberta) it was inspired in part by Richard's poem Beside the Pond and reflects my experience at the retreat</description>
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			<title>when i think about it</title>
			<description>having fun with streams of consciousness</description>
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			<title>Ivory</title>
			<description>I foster recue dogs . this is a poem about one of them</description>
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			<title>city crows</title>
			<description>City Crowsthey called from tree to treeacross the busy city streetsince I don&amp;rsquo;t do crow-speakcannot say what the shoutwas all aboutthey&amp;nbsp; loud- talked all at oncewas a rule broken. something wrongwas anyone listening&amp;nbsp;to the argumentmaybe they were in a debate..</description>
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			<title>maybe</title>
			<description>maybe i could ride the pink bicyclethat hangs in the windowof the hamburger placeI could ride it through the back alleyround the corner to your housepn baker street where the cat dreamsin the window basketmaybe we could drink teaat two instead of threewatch the black squirrelhide a peanut under a le..</description>
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