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Whiteflowers PoemA Pome for Amarylliss A pome _a heart without a home, finding its way alone no song singing endlessly in time never drinking wine but sober this time righting words in the nite and then writing them on paper that never crinkles sensing smiles in ladies dimples wondering at love. Copyright © 2006 charles hice Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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