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If I Were a Creek
If I were a creek and you came to sitAlong my lush green grass for a bit When summer was young and my waters flowed Over the rocks where the warm sun glowed If I…
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First Non-Fiction Release!
“Bygone” is the messy notes I scrawled on notebook paper by the quiet lakeside. Or the tears in my pillow at night. Or the nameless joys that race through me, too complicated to…
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The Old Folks
The old folks—my, a race, A people all their own, I used to dread the day, I’d be so stooped and grown. I used to think—my sakes, To be so pale and slow,…
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These Old Things
I walk through the aisle of an antique mall, In a building that’s still and old, There are not many folks come here to shop, For the new is better, I’m told. But…
Hannah Linder Books
