#freeverse
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by Michael Plante She was chasing the sunshine of her youthher fashionable colors and markings designed to hold unsuspecting eyescould draw the stoutest of men to danceand dance they did. “My curse is that I’m color-blind,” she said. Somewhere on the west coast is a paradisewhere free spirits meet and singfreely dancing upon the waves…
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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…
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by Michael Plante I was born with the spirit of a horsethe strength I have can move a mountainand drag a thousand years across a desert with ease;endure a harsh storm brought on by the darknessand run faster than a westerly wind.I have no fearI feel no painmy heart pounds like thunder. The spirit of…
