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Sample poems

  Cinderella With soft brown eyes, auburn hair braided to his waist, the classical guitarist smiles from the stage, his nimble fingers plucking taut strings. I imagine he is beaming at me, sending that I-see-you–invitation my way, the one that says, Meet me after the performance, let me play a special song for you. Without …

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