I once met a grandma called Biscuit,
who always minded her own business.
Because of it she died
at one-hundred and five
as no one wanted her to be a brisket.
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Poems for my thoughts
PoetryMy literature teacher told me I was talented and that my voice should be heard, so here I am. This is a way I can share my feelings and feel heard. Enjoy! If you like it please leave a comment or send me a message! All rights are reserved, do NOT sh...
