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Khalil Gibran and I

When I was nine or ten years old, as I swept the living room in our shot-gun house in Panama City, Florida, I suddenly thought, I always was and always will be. I wrote the thought in my diary but didn’t share it because, at that time, I was a devout Catholic and we were taught […]

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First Snowfall – Which Poem is Better?

Unspoken promise Large snow flakes descend to earth White contemplation Silent as an unspoken promise Snow whitens our world a contemplation cloak announcing winter’s approach

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