My siblings don’t meet,
As often as we might.
When we do, we don’t speak,
Until late at night.
Weddings And Funerals
July 5, 2008
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After The Storm
July 5, 2008After the raging came the calming dawn,
Howling overnight, but now curtains are drawn.
See the clouds parting as the sun gives a yawn,
And thrushes and blackbirds dance on the lawn.
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