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{spring & believe} #digipoetry



I'm still writing ... poetry!
Join in and share! #digiPoetry
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Inspired by Leigh Anne ... a little book spine poetry!
I used some books from my enormous piles of library books waiting to be read.
Let me know if you see a book title you suggest I read first.
It wasn't as easy as I remembered to create!


Spring

      The Thing About Spring
So Many Days
Early Bird
Up in the Garden and 
Down in the Dirt
Thunderboom!
Finding Spring




This I Believe

This I Believe
Cinderella Ate My Daughter
You're Going to Be Okay
Breathe
Positive
The End of the Rainbow
Happily Ever After

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April is National Poetry Month.  I will dabble in celebrating with others by writing and sharing poetry this month.  Participants can follow along and share on Twitter: #digipoetry.

Comments

  1. Sweet spine poems.
    I need to remember your word, breathe.

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  2. Great spine poem. I'm sure if you close your eyes and pick one, it will be great! Love ya, Mom

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  3. Love these. That Cinderella is always trying to steal our daughters! And the thing about spring is allergies! They're here.

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  4. I can't wait to get down in the dirt! I love that you are writing and sharing your poetry with us. It should be a great month.

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  5. I think your girls will like Finding Spring. I thought it was adorable, Michelle. You & Leigh Anne make me wonder if I can create a haiku with book titles? "This I Believe/Cinderella Ate My Daughter" - so funny!

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  6. These are always so fun!

    Cathy

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