Girasoles Poems - Poems about Girasoles

...Girasoles sway in wind outside the sad vacant house across the street. They are very high, almost filling spaces where small thin children played. Shrill cries, and shouts, floated across the na......

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...Oh, how's this work, how to reFrame? The s p i n I'm in "I hear your Name and I'm aFlame!..." In Portraits to arabesques in Castles in Spain And belles letteres of A. Nin Oh, how's this work,......

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