stealth
by morning
if I stirred in my single bed
my golden lab, at ninety pounds,
would pounce on my chest
in utter joy,
i woke with stealth
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A cross section of poetry, short stories, reports from living in Kuwait, China and some previous published material from the ATA (Alberta Teachers' Association and several other sources), stories about growing up Mennonite, photos from trips, political, social commentary and general insights...
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