Salvatore Buttaci
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TIME ON OUR HANDSA Poem by Salvatore Buttaci |
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SAVEDA Poem by Salvatore Buttaci |
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THE RESCUERSA Poem by Salvatore ButtaciWhat few realize is that many of these rescuers themselves now pay the price of bad health for their altruistic endeavors. |
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IN REMEMBRANCE HOUSEA Poem by Salvatore Buttaci |
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TIME ON OUR HANDSA Poem by Salvatore ButtaciWe must never forget. |
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THE LASHING POST: PART IIA Poem by Salvatore Buttaci |
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ALL THINGS IN THEIR SEASONA Poem by Salvatore ButtaciOnce my 89-year-old grandfather asked me, "How long would you like me to live? Three hundred years? Then would you ask for 300 more?" |
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THIS WATER THAT’S HOLY (for Anna Coppola: 1936-19..A Poem by Salvatore ButtaciWe are never prepared for the loss of loved ones nor does time wash us clean of sorrow. |
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THAT LAST DAYA Poem by Salvatore ButtaciWhen that day comes, the media too will be running for futile cover. |
