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Every now and then I feel something welling up inside of my heart that feels like it will spill out, especially around Christmas, Good Friday, and Resurrection Sunday. Fragments of ideas. Phrases. Emotions. Rhymes. Then I begin to jot them down, sometimes hand writing them, but usually typing. Deleting. Rewriting. Today’s poem required ext…
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