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My love is not a red, red rose, but a stone
rising cold in the mist of an ancient morning.by addyam 45 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 3 9:33 PM -
Don't laugh, growing old hurts.
It's my disbelief that is growing.by addyam 12 lines, 1 comment, on Oct 22 9:53 PM -
by addyam 24 lines, 2 comments, on Feb 19 8:18 AM. In Children or Young Adult
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We can't afford a moving van."
Frannie Fromme, buried under blankets and pillows in the back seat, could barely see her mother. She felt like a tissue stuffed head first into a box.by addyam 17 lines, on Jan 28 10:00 AM -
There once was a frog named Dog,
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At Christmas I send
one present.by addyam 41 lines, 1 comment, on Dec 21 10:48 PM 2008 -
Work on Sunday Morning
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My first poem on AllPoetry. How exciting!
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