Gayle M. Sunshine O Maize Water Nora Shoshone Doherty Winchester, story song Glen A, Sweeney + Poems

Over the ocean
The sailing full moon had glowed
In satin rosy pink blush.
The moon turned opal
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Have the broken cookie that's left? No, I don't mind.
For you know broken cookies are one of a kind.
My hair is not combed and I need a manicure -
One that through scrubbing dishes the color endures.
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True hearts like they planned unlocked
Met under the clock
At the grand Hampton Beach Casino.
like in a dream - the twilight hour
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Spring is singing a soft song
To us and we are reborn.
Here and there pure daffodils
By the country roadsides thrilled
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A bluebird sat on top of
A small sign by the green woods in the sun
At the side of the road alone
Beyond where we drove.
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Happiness is a bear claw
at heart -
The thought of someone brings.
Happiness is pretty days
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The big old white house A PLUMBER' S on the top of the small hill THE MAN WHO SAID HERE SHE COMES mISS aMERICA WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL AND COULD WALK UP rOCK sT BY MYSELF... WAS A PLUMBER WHO LIVED ON rOCK ST.
By a woodland
Was filled with lots of children.
On some summer days laughing and splashing in the pool
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The bog is now conservation land in Woburn, Ma USA. The old house, built about 1870 is my brother's home. According to a neighbor the house used to be a boat house.

By the Aberjona River once cranberries were growing.
Many treasured, sunshiny trees still are astonishing.
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In the mid 1960's about
My family and I drove through the South down Rt 301
More than once on our way to and from Florida about 8 times we did this the whole family
To visit my grandmother and grandpa kelleys home my grandfather who was a shop steward for a union and the union rule book he said to me was his Bible... in st petersburg in a pastel seashell pink colored one story home and a yellow chaise lounge and my father Paul Kinsley 'Doc' Sweeney American History teacher got my grandfather an orange tree got where maas brothers maybe where my granfather parked cars and saw or met Pete someone who played baseball...karen and I went in april and my mother said sssshe was coming too at the last minute '''''.
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On a sparkling day some children in play opened up milkweed pods
Between fingers and thumbs with delight.
Once set free brown seeds from inside with white spun, silk threads
Took to a breeze in summery, magical flights.
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