Mary Martin Poems - Poems about Mary Martin

...Tiny Tears dolls and tea sets remind me of my childhood. My twin always wanted to play with them, for her own good. Not a girly girl, I was resentful and wanted to be Peter Pan. Not the Mary Marti......

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...The bags that sag under glassy eyes are purple black. His face is downward drawn with pencil neck and bow bent back. Devoid of chest a mass of thinly muscled bone and flesh. He strokes Mary Martin at......

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...The refrain was so soft I almost didn’t hear, When the essence of WOMAN sighed in my ear. “It’s safe to go back” were the words that were said, And they roiled in my head while I lay in my bed. S......

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