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I stay on my knees,
and see the busy bees.
Zipping around like darts,
with tiny little hearts.
I sometimes try to stand up,
but the..
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Poem not about what is the meaning of life, but rather why do we need one, anyway?
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Keybored, pencil or even a pen of feather.Nothing makes a difference, Nothing matters.For the ink fails to flow through my handsas I try to summon the..
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Flowing
up and down with the waves,striking with might that could open caves.I float alone, on my little small craft.I face the deadly storm and laug..
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This poem shows how to keep an open mind.
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Please read the poem, read my note, then read the poem again.
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Walking down the
weathered path,
eyingan omen in the
demon sky.
A single drop of blood
from up above.
He knows, today is the
day he shall..
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And the voices screamed "Abomination!"as we begin the ultimate Invasion!They prey and beg for eternalSalvation!but we'll make sure to send them to Dam..
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A poem about enjoying the little things.
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I was locked in a small room.A pitiful flower waiting to bloom.There was a figure torn from light.I shook from this dreadful sight.The shadow walked u..
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