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I wrote this poem for my mother on Mothers Day.
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The Grim Reaper was once a kind man,Until he was brought back to life and killed once again.I'll take you back to the beginning of this tale,Where sou..
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A murder of crows flew into my heartTo my surprise, out came a strawberry tart.Resistance was useless, so I took a monstrous bite.Go figure, I tasted ..
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I'll play the wolf, you’ll run like prey.I'll stay vicious from night to day.If I howl at the moon, it will howl right back.I play my games, the..
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You’re everything they taught me not to be growing up.You’re the epitome of crooked smiles, liquid lust and broken cups.You sing to scarec..
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Here I am in a serene cafe with an ocean view.Just another day drinking my morning coffee, I had no clue.This was the beginning of the rest of my life..
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