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after my first
kiss I entered a
world of enchantment
started to feel
ready for sisterhood
to fight for women’s right
this was the epitome
I really should not attend
rebellious I was marked
the worst were the looks
I gathered as dandelions
transmuting in spring
jagged as their leaves
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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started last year on July 2013.
The other poems of the collections can be found and read using the search window.
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annamosca 
I think we can all relate.
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to which part?
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We, as women, is what I should have said. While reading this I could not help but to recount those adolescent memories. As a young girl I was not known for my innocent smile, if you know what I mean. The poem really spoke to me.
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Nice. That’s what I though, but I wasn’t sure it was what you meant. Happy indeed you could identify with this poem! More to come on this, keep an eye here this month if you wish.
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I sure will, thanks.
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I feared you had stopped blogging as I hadn’t seen you in my reader; yet here you are! I have learned to bookmark, so I won’t lose track of you again. Huge smiles and blessings.
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So glad we didn’t lose each other! Happy you find me here again, with a new compilation, yes, but it’s always me. I receive the beautiful huge smiles and blessing and send new ones your way, have a wonderful day!
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