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Ten thousand dead
in Haiti, all forgotten
when my mother's mother

the ground from which sprang
the ground from which I sprang

ceased, finally, to tremble.


Oh, I'm sorry, Cat. It always takes precedence, and rightly so.

(I think this is a wonderful poem.)

I'm sorry, honey.

I'm sorry, and remember very well how I felt when that happened in my life. {{hugs}}

So sorry to hear about your grandma. Our thoughts will definitely be with you and your family.

Oh, no. I'm so sorry.

Very sorry. I love the poems.

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