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"Learning is not attained by chance, it must be sought for with ardor and diligence.” -- Abigail Adams Flying with fleecy free verse wings, willing it to become haiku, a sonnet, cinquain, or a triolet. Maya Angelou’s spirit is there in my flight, her whisper with startling guts is songbird echoing in the quiet wind. I fly and fly, like a child, I savor the smell of salt and smoke in a sanctuary sky. I drift then drop in an ocean of poetry where I eye every letter’s curve, to write it all on the wondrous welkin.

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Date: 8/26/2020 4:50:00 PM
You are channeling the perfect muse in this delightful poem Maris.
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Date: 8/26/2020 6:20:00 PM
Thank you once again. I really appreciate it Caren.

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