The stress of this houseA Poem by Deborah Leah KrempaT he stress of this H ouse is too much on E veryone that lives here
S o much confusion T oo much chaos R elentless depression E verything is falling apart S o am I S uffering seems all that we do
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T his H ouse I s S tressful
H ope is dead here O ut of reach U ntil we can find a way out S oon isn't soon E nough © 2008 Deborah Leah Krempa |
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1 Review Added on June 18, 2008 Last Updated on June 18, 2008 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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