Winter is almost over and the thaw is gently approaching.
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As I fly above the trees, I see a light bright beneath. A softened ray of cushioned might as it curls into the night. Wind shrills crying aloft birds dart from the lower branches bare and berift, of its cloak armor leaves. As Spring approaches.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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