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| growing poems |
Children’s minds, what wonderful places
Such innocence, such enlightenment
Enchanting, these places they speak of
How enriching they are to our black and white world
Their imagination reaches the ends of rainbows
They have reached the pot of gold and found it
Containing not gold but Angels
Dream angels to carry them far beyond the stars
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What is Poetry Starts?
…poems and prose from now back to teen years
…remembering a first writing love
…pumping the creative well yet again
…silencing the internal critic