Southpawed Poetry – Hidden within the shadows of night, Poets by the dozens begin to write. Pens, the paintbrush of imagination; Blank paper, a canvas of creation. Verses in rhythm, a rhyming scheme– A poet’s life, a written dream. Seeking the light, souls revealed, Sharing of poetry, once concealed.

Hidden within the shadows of night, Poets by the dozens begin to write. Pens, the paintbrush of imagination; Blank paper, a canvas of creation. Verses in rhythm, a rhyming scheme– A poet’s life, a written dream. Seeking the light, souls revealed, Sharing of poetry, once concealed.
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J. Palmer

Living under the wings of God and the angels around me keeping me going and safe. Sharing the love of Christ.

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