Gretchen Kane Poems

The sad and soulful eyes of winter
Are staring their icy stare,
And the cold breath from her mouth
Has encompassed us everywhere. I look out at the stark and barren trees,
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Children are a blessing
no matter what they do...
no matter how they misbehave,
when they belong to you. You fold these children to your heart
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When the clock strikes twelve and people are sleeping,
there comes the sound of crying and weeping, Our souls come out for a glance and a dance
and if we awaken at midnight, by chance,
we're frightened out of our wits at the sight of this
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