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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: October 24, 2020      Views: 69
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Barb works at the local food bank volunteering her time at the country market. Barb has lived just about every profession there is to do. She has had a wild ride in her lifetime and uses poetry to tell everything. She is a cancer survivor. She hates - more...

She is an accomplished poet and is currently at the #26 spot on this years rankings.

She is also an active reviewer and is holding the #89 spot on the top ranked reviewer list.

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Chapter 51 of the book 2020-5
just because
"All Belong" by Barb Hensongispsaca
You wonderful pointed crayons who outline things so well,
even all you that are now dull - used most, you're all so swell!

I'm not forgetting you short ones, (sacrificed in the fray)
and all you pretty colors, too, that paint my fine bouquet,

I want you to know how I feel as I color my art.
I think up what I want to draw, but you do the hard part.

Though some of you are so ugly, I use you just the same.
I don't dare forget you crayons that have a funny name.

If one of you is missing, I will try to hunt you down
'cause all of you are needed from pink salmon to dark brown.

You all come looking so diff'rent, none of you look the same;
but, still you exist together in that box that you came.

Now this could be a reminder for all getting along.
Remember that all are diff'rent, yet all of us are strong.

Even if we are black or white, yellow, purple or gold.
life should be a box of crayons, all welcome in the fold.

We're on this planet we call Earth, where no one needs to hide,
'cause God has made us all the same, not color - but inside.

And when we're lost, He looks for us, to put us in our 'seat'.
because when one is missing, the whole box is incomplete.

The book continues with I Work All Day. We will provide a link to it when you review this below.

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