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A Poem by Fidel

Stoic as the rock of the cliff it sits

On the fringes of the village

Down below are those that once praised it

It loves and hates those that lurk on the village

Ostracized by them for what it is now

embittered it is of the fate it has had

Once a member, now an outcast

As it feels the bitter cold of loneliness It feels the scars

The scars that are historians of its past

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Added on May 2, 2018
Last Updated on October 10, 2018

I am a retired teacher, who is now working with WalMart. I started writing in high school and that was a life time ago. more..

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