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So pure and True
Small and fragile So helpless and weak So small but yet so big All is true She would die To bring him all She would give all to keep her alive So full of life Pure and sweet Helpless and weak In need of a mothers love So pure and true Full of hope and happienes Love and joy As we grow to show the old In the mothers eye We are still So fragile and small Helpless and weak In a mouthers eye We will be Our mothers first true love |
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Beautiful
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Farmboy,
You hit a nerve on this one son, is that not what poetry is intended for - an emotional response of some type - keep goin, broaden it out a little bit, but keep goin - sibling rivalry ya know. |
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ur work is amazing
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