Just For You
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MatureComplete Sat, Dec 5, 2015<5 mins
This is a poem that I wrote for Marine Corps League Ladies Aux, as rhe Senior Vice President at the time, we all felt in strong agreement that kids pulled deom their home for one reaaon or another deserved to have something to call their own. Us ladies decided to make draw string bags with single pocket on the front, which my poem was placed into, among many other essentials qe stuffed inside. I hope you enjoy the poem sorry it's not a story. Thank you
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