The wise teacher
Hears the sound of the soul
Even in the voice of the coarsest crow.
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Starting in the summer of 2008, these poems are the expression of ideas, images, feelings and words rattling about in my head.
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Don McLagan
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- --- don mclagan
- Sudbury and Chappaquiddick, MA, United States
- Poetry is new and old for me. I wrote poetry in high school. Then studied engineering and business in college and pursued a career as an information entrepreneur. Now retired, I am writing again.
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