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go gently into this good night

By: littlepeace December 30, 2019February 1, 2020
life, poetrygrief, loss, pet poems, pets, poem, poems, poetry, poetsLeave a Comment on go gently into this good night

go gently into this good night
into the good earth
into the good soil
there to wait the coming spring

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wee woolly beastie

By: littlepeace November 8, 2019
poetrydogs, national poetry writing month, November PAD challenge, pets, poems, poetry, poets, scotties, scottish terriers1 Comment on wee woolly beastie

black as the dark o’ night he was
an’ sleek as a mink wi’ wee little paws

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About Amelia


I'm an editrix, a writer, a poet, a photographer, and a wielder of butter. I love Jesus because He loved me first.

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A good deal of life seems to consist of seeing things properly and appreciating them for what they are.
When blossoms flow’red mid the snows?
Maybe this will just be today’s poem.
Today’s poem, petals, is now readable at the link on my bio. Hooray for sunshine!

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all writing and photographs, unless otherwise noted or obvious, are the work of amelia m. freidline and may not be used or distributed without permission.
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