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Upon
the crystal blue Then
another until A
whole pod – moving rhythmically No
distinguishable leader – Just
silent echoes of pleasure They
tail a boat As
it offers an effortless ride Perhaps
to their feeding ground Or
to birth a few new hump backs — James W. Collins
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What says love Hidden within flowers Or chocolates in wee hour Perhaps it’s words of attachment Notice a baby’s constant cry And a mother’s ready feet Her war is compassion Up at odd hours Attending to soothe
— James W. Collins
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Copyright 2003
by James W. Collins
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