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    Shadows
    Shadows
    Shadows
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    Shadows

    By Dawn Latham

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    Dawn (May) Latham had written poetry in high school and college as
    well as writing and performing her own music. Dawn has begun writing
    poetry again with the encouragement of the Iowa State Poetry Association.
    She recently moved to Bellevue, Nebraska, where her greatest inspirations
    continue to be her daughters and grandchildren.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateOct 9, 2009
    ISBN9781450045902
    Shadows
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    Dawn Latham

    Dawn (May) Latham had written poetry in high school and college as well as writing and performing her own music. Dawn has begun writing poetry again with the encouragement of the Iowa State Poetry Association. She recently moved to Bellevue, Nebraska, where her greatest inspirations continue to be her daughters and grandchildren.

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