Al Hallgren

Paperback (1 to 2 lbs)

New York

Poetry and Muses

SOFT THINGS How many soft things are there left to enjoy? A kiss, a caress between a girl and boy. The coo of a baby while its mother smiles down. The sweet smell of rain as it covers the ground. The warmth of the sun as I look up to the sky. The beauty of nature that money can't buy. It's all so free and won't fade with time. My life is a joy when softness is mine.

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Al Hallgren

Eight Decades of Touching All the Bases

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Eight Decades of Touching All the Bases