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Ted Kooser

American Life in Poetry: Chiller Pansies

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I have irises that have been handed down through my family over the generations, being dug up again and again, moved to another house, another garden. Here's a poem about that sort of inheritance, by Debra Wierenga, who lives in Michigan.

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