#poets
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The murmuration of poetsis God’s pupil.The depth of knowledgeinfinite.In the darkness’ abyss we existonly to find ourselvesin God’s light.
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by Michael Plante I was impressionable;a young mind with a strong spiritdetermined and bull-headed.I was third born in a tribe of threesmall by statute, fragile,yet never one to back down from a fight. The hardest luck is bad luckyet it teaches the trait of endurance.A coin placed into the bank of life that retains its…
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by Michael Plante The deepest of hearts are created in Canadaour bond is the winter that we embraceCold that chills the bone, and snow that covers our landproduces hearty Canadians with a historyfor rising above challenges renderedby our first queen we call Winter. From a restful slumber we riseto look beyond the windowpanethe cold of…
