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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 to gossip or to screech beliefs Just to impress I wish that I was blind [...]

OLIVE HANNA ❏ In one corner of a rectangular gazebo in my garden, partly hidden by the leaves of a Clematis vine not yet in bloom, I noticed a bird's nest. When I took a closer look, I saw [...]

OLIVE HANNA ❏ Summer mornings are best enjoyed in a warm sunny garden. Add a cup of coffee and, for me, it feels like heaven. Sipping my way along the flower beds, I feel like a detective [...]

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 [...]

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 of wool, not enough in any piece to knit anything.” I could not have [...]