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Mother & Daughter Poems
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  • LETTURE 71
  • Voti 6
  • Parti 65
  • Tempo 36m
In corso, pubblicata il mag 18, 2020
This poem is about poems that me and my awesome mother wrote. 
My mother found writing poems good because she wrote about how she was feeling that day. When she had a pen in her hand with paper or a book. 

I find writing poems good because I just love writing, but also the same reason as my mother. Writing our feelings out and then reading them afterwards.

Writing your feelings on paper is a good way where you want to get something out there. Or just to write what's on your mind. 

Or even just write to have fun. 

It doesn't matter what you write. As long as your happy about your work and you think you did a great job of it. 

Writing is just something we all do. In school, home or wherever. Writing is using your feelings or your imagination.
It takes time and a lot of thinking. 

Writing books probably would be taking forever to write, but then if you know you can do it, go for it.

Go for it! Write a book. If you want. Or even write poems that a short or long. Maybe put all your poems in one book, like I did. 

Learn to have fun writing. Learn how to express your feelings or something another way. That way could be writing. If you really want, you could turn your writing into a book for the whole world to read.

Get other opinions on what you have wrote. Or even your friends and parents. I'm sure they will help you. But you are the main one, your the main one because you have a choice of writing and making it a whole world book.

Try to have fun while writing. Throw in something feelings or something you always want. Something you think will help you. Try not to give up on writing. I knows that hard, especially to come up with these ideas that meet the big topic of the book or poem.

I've been there for. Heaps in my life time. I have these seven to ten books that I need to finish. But I'm going to forget about them for now and work on my two new books that I'm doing now.

Book one: Mother And Daughter Poems
Book Two: Meeting The Hype House
Remember what I said!
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