Clickity, clanging
Homeless hand with bell jangling
Empty pail dangling.
No time to stop then
I clutch my purse and duck when
caught by gap-toothed grin.
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There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy dwelling places of the Most High. God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns. ~Psalm 46:4-5~
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- Anne of Avonlea
- Anne of Green Gables
- Into The Wild
- Summer
- The Freedom Writers Diary
- The Golden Compass Series
- The Memory Keeper's Daughter
- What to Expect the First Year
- Wicked
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