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Stone Soup Magazine Poems
Poetry and verse from young voices
A doorway to the
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What one may miss once
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The fur blurr enough slow to know it’s her
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Butterflies are delphiniums’ spring.
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A strip of gray, perforated by yellow lines, cutting through the grasses, trees, rocks.
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Go outside
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The sun is a gigantic orange
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Summer is what I grow in my garden.
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Grows in the mud,
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