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Kathleen

There sits a place of graves amidst a copse of oak That drip with Spanish Moss, each in an eight foot skein. A thousand graves or more lie 'neath the tree frogs' croak. Only one cries at night - his soul speaks out, "Kathleen" 3-23-19 Contest Wtiting Challenge 5, March 2019, 4 Lines Sponsor : Dear Hearts

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Date: 3/29/2019 10:53:00 AM
Larry, congratulations on your win in my contest with this beautifully penned piece, so emotional
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Larry Bradfield
Date: 3/29/2019 11:17:00 AM
Thank you! Enjoyed your contest!!
Date: 3/27/2019 2:22:00 PM
- A great poem for this writing challenge ... congratulations, Larry :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Larry Bradfield
Date: 3/27/2019 10:35:00 PM
Thank you, Anne-Lise!!
Date: 3/24/2019 10:03:00 PM
I'm certain love transcends death. Great little poem, lots of ways to interpret this. I like that.
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Larry Bradfield
Date: 3/25/2019 8:58:00 AM
Thanks, Joe!