Brandee D. Hack
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School; TortureA Poem by Brandee D. HackSchool; I sit. It seems like such a long day that will never end... I tend to think that nothing will be the same again... Why should .. |
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Amish or Univeral?A Poem by Brandee D. HackAmerica? Very red isn't it.I hadn't thought of that.It seems so individualhow every one is here.They are really conservative.It's like we are all Amis.. |
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Understanding's UnderstatementA Poem by Brandee D. HackAbout growing up with stress and pressures... |
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Irish Sidhe'sA Poem by Brandee D. HackDreams and illusions? |
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Irish Eyes CryingA Poem by Brandee D. HackI wish I could remember the day that I left. Everything is a blur now, everyone's upset. My lover is gone, left in Ireland to stay. Then my heart is i.. |
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Her Beauty, My HeartA Poem by Brandee D. HackFrom the perspective of a man... |
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A Priestly MessA Poem by Brandee D. HackA rendition of my Uncle. |
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The Bee's of my GrandmumA Poem by Brandee D. HackJust simple memories combined together. |
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Mother's ActionsA Poem by Brandee D. HackMy childhood, in a slightly jumbled way. |
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A Beautiful Lion in the ParkA Poem by Brandee D. Hack"How do I compare thee to a midsummer's day?" This seems to be a famous line or quote of Shakespeare. Yet I want to compare my love to something. |
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