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Growing Up

Growing Up

I should be in bed by now, but I just couldn’t sleep without writing this poem. Now that it’s done, I bid you goodnight…

–Leanne

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Poetry and music.

3 thoughts on “Growing Up

  1. Music makes the outer world go away and helps us focus on the inner one. Add poetry to the mix and we have a therapeutic concoction that is priceless. Love the words and image. I think the guitar is an Alvarez, too 🙂

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