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A Poem by Sunny

Sticks and stones can break my bones,

But words will never hurt me.

Unless they are the harsh ones,

The words that can kill.

The words that are sharp as knives,

And sting like bees.

The words that are hot as fire,

And strike like lightning.

The words that are deadly as poison,

And kill more often.

If you say words don't hurt,

Then you havent heard the ones that I have.

Sticks and stones can break my bones,

But words hurt worse.

© 2013 Sunny


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Added on July 28, 2013
Last Updated on July 28, 2013
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