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Last published Tue, Jan 26, 2016
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- Poems about:
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the Sun, Love, Animals, Food, etc.
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And included is a poem dedicated to the biggest rainbow of my life. (Possibly not who you expect, but I can't read minds, so nevermind, but please be a little curious.)
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Everyone has a different opinion on what is mature content, right or wrong. For the most part this is very everybody friendly. Except a few words, so if you would please bypass quickly if you don't like that kind of stuff. Thankyou.
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- these are my poems, they are not yours. You of course can read them.
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