April 3, National Poetry Month
Red rover, red rover
Won’t you let Cindy come over?
Hear we are
You, on your porch in a face scarf
And a twinkle in your eye
And me carrying my blue chair
Sitting six feet away
As you hold up your white board
Written in bold letters . . . Can you hear me now?
We laugh and laugh
Oh, the laughter of a friend!
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Steve's body of work spans conflicts, vanishing cultures, ancient traditions and contemporary culture alike - yet always retains the human element.
Author, Speaker, Workshop Leader
Come for the stories, stay because it's not Facebook
The beautiful picture of angels makes you happy.
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