Tag: elegy
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Hy-Brasil / by Kathleen McCoy in memory of Carole Dunson Moreau A big-hearted brainy broad born to be a teacher went to bed last night and never rose again, yet the sun dares shine without her. Chocolate turns to sand, to salt, to silt and still the earth is green. Hands must stroke the open…
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in memory of Eva Leah Robinson McCoy Bite into the apple of love, enjoy its juice and let the seeds fall all around you. ~ Lips and hands must measure before they dispense their wares. ~ Set an extra plate for an unexpected guest— someday it could be you. ~ What you most despise in…
