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Poems by Susie Frances Harrison

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In March

... . . . . . Had I not met her, great had been my loss, ...

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Benedict Brosse

...   He ignores, while he smokes and plays on his fife ...

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The Voyageur

...   That too long in the sun-flushed fields has flared, ...

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Danger

...   A jack-knife, deadly as Malay crease– ...

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To The God Opportunity

... With vast suggestion! Strange, thou couldst not brace ...

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March

... Swift silhouettes limned 'gainst the blue, they glass'd ...

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From 'Down the River'

...   He sleeps, with his hand on the burning haft, ...

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Catharine Plouffe

...   She would like you to know she's not lost her wits– ...

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St. Jean B'ptiste

...   It is all for the Church, for a grand good cause, ...

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Petite Ste. Rosalie

...   When Lent is past and the weather is fine, ...

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Les Chantiers

...   So fear, child, to cross him, or play the prude, ...