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Lovers, Artists, and Craftsmen
by Michael Plante Sometimes love strikes like a lightening boltthe passion vibrates the soul.Two new lovers are born and set freetheir bond is the binder of timetheir love is a light for those in darkness. Sometimes love is createdby two… Continue reading
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Fade To Black
by Michael Plante The old red tractor sits in an open fieldgolden wheat sways from a warm breezebetter days have passed the tractor bynothing now but wind and dirt. discarded by timethe old tractor still plays a parta symbolic jester… Continue reading
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I Saw Love
by Michael Plante I saw love sitting on a rock alone and tiredstaring out across the land of promise and reprieveplucking the petals off a daisyand tossing them to the wind. I picked a dandelion that had gone to seedsat… Continue reading
The Poet's House 