Category: poem
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A Young Girl’s Sorrow

And pointed my eyes yet, Somewhere past, Where nothing, No nothing of interest be,
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Widowed Love

I cried 1000 tears, The day that he left me. And threw away the years, Of life and ecstasy.
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I love my Mom

Her happiness is contagious, Her face is full of beauty, Her eyes are of the forest, I love my mom
