365 Days (Poetry)
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365 Days.
There are 365 days in a year.
That is 364 normal days, and the lucky 1 day, that is astounding. These are poems of MY 365 days, my life. However, this will not be 365 poems, because wattpad doesn't allow that... it will be 36 poems, and one short one in the end, to represent 36.5 poems!
All of these poems are mine, and copyrighted, do not copy them.
Enjoy!
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