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Waste Places by Ellen Marie Magee

The decision to be perfect, should not be lightly taken, For in order, form and function, often whimsy is forsaken,   A heap, a clump, a rogue-ish  pile, or any wayward place, with golden hues and cornflower blues, which reclaim … Continue reading

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The Turning In by Ellen Marie Magee

The frost withered remains of summer’s hope, have already yielded their lot, Turning in to lick their wounds, and count the things they got   The seasons offer no guarantees, no permanent hand to hold When the sun is high, … Continue reading

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The Spiderman by Ellen Marie Magee

Tommy was extremely careful. When the stuffiness of the room forced him to open the window, he took great care not to disturb the spider’s web which was anchored to the outside sill. He would say a quick apology to … Continue reading

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