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Words were milk spilled from my lips
now they pour honey slow
my soul's quiet birth on crisp paper
-from my poem "Word Child"
Order A Custom Poem
I love to listen. I love to write. Tell me the whispers of your heart and I will write a poem just for you. Arriving by mail, typed on a typewriter.
Please give a minimum of two weeks. If this is a gift to be sent to another address please indicate that.
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