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If we can read it silently, it is not a valid poem: a poem demands pronunciation.

It has been in print since at least 1982; why have you never filed a copyright claim in 37 years? "Doubt is one of the names of intelligence.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

Thanks—Gloria On November 15, 2012 at 1:55 pm Danielle said: A lovely poem about love.

Blocked me on her face book page when I introduced myself as the true author of Comes The Dawn.

If you type her name on face book you will find a letter she has written to defend her authorship of Comes the Dawn some time back, though she changed the title to After A While, after she claimed to be the author and the poem was already out as Comes The Dawn as that is my original title.

Not certain I can do that from this site.

And the goodbyes— the goodbyes have a whole different meaning after racking up years of goodbyes.

I speak Truth and Love.

And you begin to accept your defeats, With your head up and your eyes open, With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

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