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Stone Soup Magazine Poems
Poetry and verse from young voices
The moon
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The howl of the wind
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The howl of the wind
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Soft, white, flakes drift down, following the wind.
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Soft, white, flakes drift down, following the wind.
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My basket swings around my bare muddy feet
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The fish pond lies embraced
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