My Own DisguiseA Poem by Deborah Leah KrempaWhen I think I can't write anymore Kindof like the slamming of a door
Another poem appears As I still shed these salty tears
Like raindrops falling down The face of a made-up clown
i realize my own disquise
When I think I can't write anymore Kindof like the slamming of a door
Another poem appears As I shed these salty tears
Like raindrops falling down The face of a made-up clown
© 2008 Deborah Leah KrempaReviews
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Added on July 23, 2008AuthorDeborah 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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