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Little Miracles: Poem by Donna Snyder

Advertisements Little miracles Hoping for succor, promises pinned to purple velvet. Arms, hands,legs, and backs dangle from ribbon, unblinking eyes tied to statues,a show and tell for saints and God. Candles smoulder. Candles turned upside down until what was lostis found, wagers made with the Paduan, pleas to restore tranquility,if not possessions mislaid or love […]

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