SOMETIMES, ON DOWN DAYS WHEN MY LIFE IS STRIPPED BARE. All that I have are the words that I share It isn't your company but your silent support As I live by my words and within my poetry, I resort On good days I'm inspired to get paper and pen My heart runneth over then there's a poem again When I'm full of pride of my kids I am so proud I'm not one to be vocal but my words say it loud If it's a friend...
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