Reflections on a gift of watermelon pickle ...
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Trail of stones /
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Take hold!
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The Place my words are looking for :
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Flower, moon, snow :
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My friend's got this problem, Mr. Candler :
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Visions of America,
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A fire in my hands :
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Don't read this book whatever you do! :
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Revolutionary petunias & other poems.
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I am the darker brother;
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Black out loud;
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On city streets;
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I heard a scream in the street;
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This land is mine;
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Hosannah the home run!
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Some haystacks don't even have any needle,
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Dont forget to fly :
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At the crack of the bat :
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Spirit walker /
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A book of Americans,
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The sidewalk racer, and other poems of sports and
motion /
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Out loud.
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The desert ballet.
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I hear you smiling, and other poems.
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Brats /
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Fresh brats /
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When the pie was opened;
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A lollygag of limericks /
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Wind song /
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It doesn't always have to rhyme /
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Hand in hand we'll go /
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Judy Scuppernong /
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Wind song /
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Bridled with Rainbows /
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Parents keep out :
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Edna St. Vincent Millay's Poems selected for young
people /
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It is the poem singing into your eyes;
Locomotion
Shadow Dance
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