Daily haiku: Trams – Riders live and die/ Warmth turns to cold turns to warmth/ They loop on unfazed
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Daily haiku: Us – The first shy flowers/ Peeked out the frozen ground white/ Turning red in spring
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''Flower Child' is simply a tribute to my beloved daughter, Gia, who, with her love of music from the 1960's and her free-spirited outlook on life, would have been entirely comfortable in that era! I often write about people and places I know, but strive to keep my work relatable and universal. It is common
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