It took this catalyst
A lifetime
But
Now I see ...
It wasn't only the shove
Off the lap
It was the insult
And humilation
Of the basement
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I began writing poems in third grade. During adolescence I wrote the bulk of my words. Expressing that urge to be understood or maybe trying to understand my own feelings. I haven't written much in the past 15 years, but I need to thank my HS English teacher for continuing as long as I did. Thanks Mr. Jim Springer!
Kalama 1962
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- N is retired and K is, too. N plays in the Willamette Valley Community Band. K spends her free time creating on the computer, reading and being amused by the birds in the backyard.
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