Best Angeline Poems

he had been without her 
in the empty hotel bed for 
two nights, two sweating 

quiet blacknesses, without 
shuffling or snores, or jittery
leg kicking; now all he wanted 

was for the moon to leave him  
alone and the neon outside in 
the street to...

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My Mother was born on October 3, 1916, and died on August 6, 1997.
She would have been over a hundred years of age. I (we) miss her very much as all who love her dearly.
My nice wrote at her funeral a poem called: “Wings of...

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