Poetry is a way of
being
It is who we are
It flows through our
veins
It flows through our
marrow
It drips from our
savage teeth
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Peter Piper for the Wonderland news, with a story that has been in question for some time. Was Humpty Dumpty's Dallas murder? The answ...
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Good morning New hopes New dreams New ways to show Peace Good morning May your day be blessed In all you do
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