Category: eggs
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Auntie’s House
The little things I didn’t value as a child I now reflect on with nostalgia as an adult. Looking back, I realize those were the good days. Some of my fondest memories are now etched in spoken word. I hope you enjoy your visit to Auntie’s House. Auntie’s House faint sounds of birds…
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You Are the Heartbeat
I hope everyone is doing well. I had my family on my mind today. So I wrote this poem about my Sister aka my best friend. Sometimes I miss home and poetry always takes me back there… You Are the Heartbeat creation was organic love fell into specified slots like the stars alignment …
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