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The cost of growing up is To give up all your wonder, With each baby step you take, In exchange for wisdom, Some genuine, mostly fake, And march on the plank with head held high, For the Maker to meet His make, Only to hear Him say, “Nice try my child!” ©Sai 3/4/2021
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Valentine -The Black Feline
Walking like a queen, She left the home all pretty and clean. . A head that doesn’t looks down, Never leaving behind her pretty little crown. . Her friends waiting at the door, She could never ask for more. . Making her soft and beautiful fur shine bright, The sun felt happy and right. . […]
Patricia DcruzeOne… two…many…
The flagrant fire seared her psyche, Waiting was no longer a choice, The serpentine road was spiky, The flagrant fire seared her psyche. She rode the jagged waves, quaky, Harnessing the power of her voice, The flagrant fire seared her psyche, Waiting was no longer a choice. . The flagrant fire seared her psyche She […]
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