Dont do white oak pressA Poem by Teenage poetIts a cheat its a scam its lieing
Dont listen to what they have to say There trying to take your money away White oak Press you lieing b****
I want my poem dont read it anymore you make my heart complety tore Ill never trust online contests again Never giving away money, just to win Dont listen to there voice of conniving
Because its a cheat a scam and it lies. © 2008 Teenage poetAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 9, 2008 AuthorTeenage poetolathe, KSAboutI am a 14 year old poet who expresses feeling through it and hopefully gets published one day. more..Writing
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