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I see the blood
but I feel no pain. I know my love yet I taste the rain. My heart floods of sweet tears, I wish I knew why I wasted these years. My precious life almost gone. They say they know but I let none. Why give a care when no one wants to share. I told my life which all say was portrayed wrong . I think of heart breaks and my mind aches. So many tears over these years That I no longer can feel. |
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Not only can you feel but you can write to,good poem...
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Jeremiah was a bullfrog.
Was a good frient of mine. I never understood a single word he said, But I helped him drink his wine. Yes he always had some mighty fine wine. |
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Actually that is a good poem.
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terrific poem
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