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Korina’s Garden

Korina’s Garden

Right from the moment the duckling was born she was carefully trained to be forlorn, because unlike her blessed, happy

Picnic at Juliette’s

Picnic at Juliette’s

We lay and ate sweet hurt-berries In the bracken of Hurt Wood. Like a quire of singers singing low The dark pines

Julianne

Julianne

She has doe’s eyes A shy gaze She looks like the Madonna A sad face But wait until she breaks