WeirdA Poem by Dana Ferguson
Does he think I'm weird,
or does she, or that child, or that person over there? Do my quirks make them squirm? Me is me, I'm not sure how to speak. But I promise there's a part of me, you'd like to keep. I'm too far gone, no more change. My heart was broken often, now it's you who has to say. © 2015 Dana FergusonReviews
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5 Reviews Added on November 13, 2015 Last Updated on November 16, 2015 AuthorDana FergusonTXAboutIf you've come to my page to read some of my poems, thank you so much, it means the world to me. I love to write in my own special style and I love being able to show it to others. If you don't enjoy .. more..Writing
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