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All my soul does is weep
after I pray the Lord it
should keep
Broken down and alone
to many variables
unknown
Single mother;unemployed
and broke
This aint forreal;this has to be a joke
I have yall back
while
mine is scratched up and bruised
"Patience is a Virtue"
I can't wait to get what im due
I use to be that kid with all them dreams
Nothing is ever as it seems
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Uncommon High | 0 | 11/04/2009 |
| What Do You Do | 1 | 07/24/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| Reality Realized | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| Ambitions Of A Hustler | 2 | 05/11/2009 |
| Everytime I Look | 1 | 05/11/2009 |
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