Poetry
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Last published Wed, Aug 3, 2016
From my first attempt at a villanelle to whatever the heck else I decide to place in the public eye, here you have it folks. Rebekah's book of poems.
Most of these won't be serious, to he honest. I tend not to share any serious poems with others. So, I hope you enjoy!!
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