Poetry is a consumming fire
The only way to deal with it is to write
Poetry is a consumming fire
It burns in my heart and soul
Pouring out my emotional turmoil
To write them down upon the page
Mad
You said I could have cake and ace cream Well Where is it I don't see it anywhere You're holding out on me aren't you
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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... -
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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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