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Sometimes there's a well
You are stuck deep inside
When you hear the dinner bell
Food thoughts swim through your head.
They make you weep
While you try to get out of bed
But then you hear the soothing voice
Your mothers in the room
Even though your sobs are quiet
They seem to really BOOM!
She comforts you
And then you bloom
The sun is shining
Let's hope the well is gone.
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Short Poems
PoetrySome poetry. I love to write poetry, but I'm not very good at it.
