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This is Steve’s hub, where you can reach any part of his poetry-verse
thoughts on poetry that’s accessible
This is the shoe where poetry lives, it walks with a tap and the ocassional hop and skip, but on Mondays it drags a little on the way to the station…
The truth is, the power of God is an early riser and loves a walk in a garden…
The sun sank down at dawn The finch returned to its nest…
We frolic and laugh, for the dragon sleeps…