There are many people you will see,
And many people you will meet,
Yet, none are as fine as the children,
You can not tell their future,
You can not see their past,
They cling to the ones who raised them,
And take it with them all threw their days,
They find fun all around them,
Even if its just playing with mud,
The best person you will ever meet,
Is the child of a stranger.
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Dragonfly... A book of poems
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry over the years. . . As life changed through the years, I fought through a world wind of emotions. From happiness, love, pain, rape, and abuse, I recorded my feeling along the way. Trying to put into words what I fel...
