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The Last Time
The last time our parents dragged us inside after playing with our friends for hours The last time we unboxed our toys, rode our little bikes, and wore our little shoes The last time we believed in Santa or the Easter bunny or the tooth fairy The last time we sang the “K-I-S-S-I-N-G” song to…
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The Doll’s Funeral – Poem Edition
It was a dark, stormy afternoon The child marched through the damp grass with smells of mildew The child’s boots were so muddy, one could no longer identify the red The child’s umbrella was as wet as a towel The rain washing down on the raincoat like the child’s tears | The child dragged a…
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Confidence
Confidence is a plant that takes time to grow With the right amount of sunlight, rain, and carbon It can turn into something gorgeous and wonderful Or it can wither; All that matters is how it is grown | This flower sprouted later, but at the same time, earlier For plenty of moments in life,…
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Oleander – Part 2
Oleanders are gorgeous, coming in all the shades of love Pure, white love that is complacent, mutual, and beneficial An era of compassion, trust, and loyalty Childish, pink love that allows two to embrace their inner humor Excitement and zest blooming from this flower Daring, devoted, red love that bonds people through any situation Red…
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Oleander – Part 1
Oleanders are gorgeous, coming in all the shades of love Pure, white love that is complacent, mutual, and beneficial An era of compassion, trust, and loyalty Childish, pink love that allows two to embrace their inner humor Excitement and zest blooming from this flower Daring, devoted, red love that bonds people through any situation Red…
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Words Of a Feather 