2020 is going to be my year -
Or so I had thought.
The country began tearing itself apart
All the way back in January.
Come March,
We all locked ourselves away.
April arrived & gave us
Just an ounce of fresh hope.
Until June -
When innocent lives were unrightfully taken.
Now we're beginning to think
2020 is the last year.
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K47 Poetry Book
PoetryJust.. All of my poems. Put into one place where I can share them without typing them up constantly. Please don't copy any of these, as I worked hard on them. Thank you. Note: If there is a writing where the title has asterisks (*) around it, READ A...
