Karen McCulley Poems

Oh, how many tears, during/over all the years!
From and for our dear... Native Americans.
Oh, how it must have grieved the GREAT SPIRIT, in the sky,
To see the inhumanity of man to man.
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TWINKLE, TWINKLE, Little STAR...
How I wonder, "How You Are?!"
Fighting life's battles as they come along.
TWINKLE, TWINKLE ...our Little Liz,
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New and beautiful every morning.
Sunrise, Oh! how glorious,...
Sunrise, a special sign...
A new day has begun...
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