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Peggy Liuzzi<\/span><\/h2>\n

Your hands are cupped
\nbut empty in your lap,
\ndry and light
\nas milkweed husks
\nin winter.<\/p>\n

Peggy Liuzzi<\/span><\/strong> lives in snowy Syracuse, NY where she enjoys reading and writing poetry.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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