Life
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My brother loved baseball, it was his joy, he plays baseball in heaven now,
Deep in my heart lives a bleeding wound for family dead, I weep for names engraved;
My writing comes from within, bringing words that take my breath away,
Tranquility is- birds in circled flight, drifting on the wind at the beginning of day;
And in my journey so far, I have learned to give and take, in the battle of the sexes.
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December 11, 2015
Poetry/Verse/One Liners/Life
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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