The Woods Next To My Old HouseA Poem by emilythestrangeA wood is the place of beauty, Because every tree, leaf, plant, Causes new life, Dance for the life, The wood is where life all began. © 2012 emilythestrangeAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on August 18, 2012 Last Updated on August 18, 2012 AuthoremilythestrangeThe Place that my Pen may take me, Scotland, United KingdomAboutAmateur writer, director, live-er, hair brusher, modern-living-girl, and brussel sprout eater, and cleaner. Professional poet, wonder-er, reader, imagin-eer, word user, weirdo, Nerdfighter, Danasaur,.. more..Writing
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