Tag: Family
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A poem about leaving. Last Call For Whitfield
3 1/2 hours on train in 25 degrees builds a certain momentum to leave. Add this with the deadline of a departing flight to catch. In the time on the train from Milazzo to Palermo the only entertainment was a rather large bee that was flying up and down the carriage. If i could have…
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Inner
INNER The mothers clasp, in safety to hold, enclose. Inner winter warm repels the cold. Warms the soul controlled, relax, breath out, childhood stories told turning, caring, comfort it never grows old.
ALAN WHITFIELD 