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Fierce, Defined with Irish Overtones of Female Logic
I’m thinking - inking words across the page - age, and rage in season, shouldn’t reason
against the curiosity of hope – “ope thy heart to know What rainbows teach and sunsets
show? ”- owe Emerson a debt, for inspiration (though a bit cliché) – Hey, sometimes truth
is better stoned – owned or not – ought to bring release to the thrower – owe her no more
than time and place – Just stand - and face the chatter from her heart – Art.
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