Glenn S Duquette Author Childrens books and Poetry
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The Killer Clown from Down in the Boondocks https://t.co/A4TUCbySKF The Clown Killer from Down in the Boondocks is a chilling psychological thriller written in a poetic, gritty narrative style. Set deep in rural America, this novel unravels the mind of a twisted serial killer
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Picture Perfect Your style moves like a rhythm I already trust. Your grace settles in my chest like it’s always lived there. When you smile, the dark loses interest. And your eyes, they don’t just look at me they recognize me. You are my masterpiece. Picture perfect. From the
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Judging Covers in the Canyon They sunbathed where cliffs pinched the sky, paperbacks wilting in their hands, men on the covers forever perfect, wine already breathing somewhere else. “Between a rock and a hard place,” she laughed behind dark glasses. “We’re owed a miracle with
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Snowy Meadow Glenn Wonderland Snow falls heavy in Meadow Glenn, not loud, just certain. It covers the town in white silence, softens every sharp edge, even the air feels new tonight. Let’s walk through it. Slow. One set of footprints. Nowhere else to be. We’ll laugh too loud,
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The Young Poet’s Starter Kit https://t.co/abIPMfYxMc by Glenn S. Duquette is a creative and encouraging guide designed to help children and young writers discover the joy of poetry. Blending playful instruction with hands-on activities, the book teaches how to observe the world,
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A Soliloquy of Love, No Regrets If I could write a poem, I’d make it gentle so no one forgets. I’d say: be kind. Be brave with compassion. Let empathy lead. When someone reaches out, don’t hesitate. Lend your hand. Say it now: I love you. I’d choose soft words. Nothing
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A Soliloquy of Love, No Regrets If I could write a poem, I’d make it gentle so no one forgets. I’d say: be kind. Be brave with compassion. Let empathy lead. When someone reaches out, don’t hesitate. Lend your hand. Say it now: I love you. I’d choose soft words. Nothing
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The Young Poet’s Starter Kit https://t.co/abIPMfYxMc by Glenn S. Duquette is a creative and encouraging guide designed to help children and young writers discover the joy of poetry. Blending playful instruction with hands-on activities, the book teaches how to observe the world,
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Ode to the Seasons March through the grass. March through the forest at last. March over snowy slopes, moving freely as you go. The air arrives crisp and clean, the breath of winter’s engine, snow chewed away so roads may open and we may reach the places calling us forward. Ode
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My Love, You Are the One My love, you are the magic in our romance, the quiet trick that startled my soul awake, the certainty that rose without asking, telling me you were the choice I would always make. I will love you, endlessly, without question. How wonderful it is that we
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The Enduring Spirit of Rock and Roll When I was young, I listened to the radio like it was a friend that never judged, never left the room. Be-bop had its bounce, but rock and roll that one spoke straight to my chest and set up camp in my soul. Then the sixties cracked the
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The Pain of Losing You How can I live with this pain, this rain that falls inside me, again and again? The pain of losing you, the pain of not seeing your smile, the pain that keeps saying your name. It drips from my thoughts, soaks my chest, pulls me down into yesterday. Rooms
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Got a Chore to Do Love is here. Yeah… love is here. Verse My thoughts keep tapping, my thoughts keep wrapping, Running out of words tonight. Mind keeps racing, hands start clapping, Keeping time with a want I can’t fight. Pre-Chorus I’ve got this chore to do, I say I don’t
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Snowy Meadow Glenn Wonderland Snow falls heavy in Meadow Glenn, not loud, just certain. It covers the town in white silence, softens every sharp edge, even the air feels new tonight. Let’s walk through it. Slow. One set of footprints. Nowhere else to be. We’ll laugh too loud,
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Judging Covers in the Canyon They sunbathed where cliffs pinched the sky, paperbacks wilting in their hands, men on the covers forever perfect, wine already breathing somewhere else. “Between a rock and a hard place,” she laughed behind dark glasses. “We’re owed a miracle with
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Got a Chore to Do Love is here. Yeah… love is here. Verse My thoughts keep tapping, my thoughts keep wrapping, Running out of words tonight. Mind keeps racing, hands start clapping, Keeping time with a want I can’t fight. Pre-Chorus I’ve got this chore to do, I say I don’t
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The Pain of Losing You How can I live with this pain, this rain that falls inside me, again and again? The pain of losing you, the pain of not seeing your smile, the pain that keeps saying your name. It drips from my thoughts, soaks my chest, pulls me down into yesterday. Rooms
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The Enduring Spirit of Rock and Roll When I was young, I listened to the radio like it was a friend that never judged, never left the room. Be-bop had its bounce, but rock and roll that one spoke straight to my chest and set up camp in my soul. Then the sixties cracked the
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My Love, You Are the One My love, you are the magic in our romance, the quiet trick that startled my soul awake, the certainty that rose without asking, telling me you were the choice I would always make. I will love you, endlessly, without question. How wonderful it is that we
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