Even though we didn’t grow up together,
we remained sisters forever.
Our bond they couldn’t break.
Our spirits remained great.
Being sisters they couldn’t take.
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Tipping Point, Poetry by Ciaran Dermott
Ranks of shiny diggers lie
poised on a knife edge-
crooked grins
playing across metallic features
in rusty morning sun.
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