Ap7
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The WorthA Poem by Ap7It used to be a life In ahurrysans rhyme Obedient to the world Helpless chickens in time. Until a stranger in town So stout and short .. |
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FranticA Poem by Ap7He sits under the lampand is shrouded in darknessunholy, impure- scrougesthe filthy walls, the concrete floor.Distasteful, he claws his skinhis one dr.. |
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In SummersA Poem by Ap7a summer breeze warmdusty and dry, a harsh sunclouds and untimely rain. |
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