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Catherine Yiakas Poem
Close to the tree
I never fell far
I tumbled and rolled
I know who you are
Bushels, baskets and bunches, et al
All bad apples know where to fall
Close to the root
and against the wall.
Copyright © Catherine Yiakas | Year Posted 2006
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Catherine Yiakas Poem
Glass houses,
Rose colored glasses-
All we hear
All we say...
How do you see the world
from my eyes to yours?
All steps...back and forth
walking through doors...
Who's house,
mine or yours?
Copyright © Catherine Yiakas | Year Posted 2006
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