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Political- Poem
In the land of red hats and loud cheers, They cast their votes, fueled by fears. Promises made, but not always kept, In the end, it's ...
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The joys of being a mother, summed up in this little poem. Eight months I carried you. Eight months of being unglued. Here I sit, with th...
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Friends Friends are just a word, however, It means a lot to one who has none. Friends are like flowers, they blossom and bloom, Into somet...
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I don't care who you're married too I don't care how you live your life You're a grown woman that pushed away from her crew...