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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 [...]