The Glory
Poem by Norah Hanson
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The echo of your energy
Poem by Norah Hanson
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My granny peed like a horse
She stitched my school blouse, torn in a scuffle with a bully who called her a dirty Irish peasant.
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End of an era
Always a welcome behind this door. I knew where to find tea bags and kettle
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