Richard L. Provencher

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StoryMY FACE story Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
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StoryLOOK AT ME NOW story Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
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StoryMYRNA'S MOOSE story Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
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StoryTHE CLAM SAID, OUCH story Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryUGG...YAAK children's story Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
StoryMOTHER AND SON story Richard L. Prov...011 years 7 months ago
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Solitude

Dory boats whisper against their mooring lines rocking-splash gently atop bay’s skim of glass reflections shimmy in friendship.
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There Are Tiny People

who grow taller than mushrooms and their eyes can pierce cloudy skies even see the moon reveal its flashlight trail on an evening of lake surface...

Ground

is a long-time raining down slopes of valleys and sheer- lasting beyond the advent of Vikings who came then disappeared into historical moments of...

When Momy Cries

I live in a big city called New York. It’s in America. Today I go back to schole. So I can learn lots. Momy says so. My dress is green. Momy and...

Pop's on a Tear Again

Gid in the house boy and leave your muddy boots on the porch mom’s not your slave you know. Now fetch me a tall glass of water get crackin’ boy '...

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