Best Augusta Poems

Can words truly capture the essence of the lady on the hill
Whose womb bore eight but yet-
Has mothered countless others?
Whose hands dug deep to till the soil; to stretch outwards to care, to share, to bear another’s burdens
To reach upwards, ever acknowledging her Creator and...

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Once there was a Master that was put on hold 
The one keeping the green safe felt this was very cold 
“We are trying to contact you!” 
“About an issue that said the Master was through” 
With the phone in the ear Augusta the assistant
Was...

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