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Oh, How I Wish…

OLIVE HANNA ❏ I wish that I was dumb and could not speak For then I’d waste no time on useless speech Be tempted not

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Let It Rain

OLIVE HANNA ❏ Lightly pricking Quickly forming droplets On the speckled pane Softly dancing, gaily prancing Jutting, creasing, quite insane Surging swiftly, glutting nift’ly Lagging

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My Garden

OLIVE HANNA ❏ When I was young, my mother said of me, “I don’t know what to do with Olive. She is like many pieces

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