Poetry Pot

Poetry Pot

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Poetry
The words are a jumble in my head, And they're trying to make their escape. So I grab some paper and lead, In order to get them straight. But they're jumbled around mixing together, Like some kind of Stew. So I put them all in a pot An offered to share with you.
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Well just like everyone I am going through some things , -That's why I promptly wrote these extracts To those reading these poems i hope that you will have to courage to face everything ahead, rather than letting what life is throwing at you become a jeopardy that you can't solve yourself Good luck. Your's truly, ~Sycsfb

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