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Poems of Progress and New Thought Pastels
l, I saw the
reamed through
pulled at her
t my woman's
vigils and the
reached out in
t, wings brood
w that sorrow,
nturies there
nguish; not on
e mother loss
lence, lastin
t, that once has
stores Time's
Burnard Gilles
Butch Sarot
Paule Ree
Kennan Parish
Ike Gilboa
Elizabeth Alcott
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