Acorns
Acorns are born
in soft sothern air
the north to carry
thir heir
flowers bloom in the spring
snow lws sparkling
in the winter
ees will fall
in the autum
I am glad i am
a sweet flower
i will see it to be an hour
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I was born into an abusive family then put into foster care and eventually got adopted into the right family. I have five sisters. I love to wright poetry and feel the best poems come from raw emotion. My favorite animal is a dolphin and I only have one good friend. I have a great family and I am about to graduate High School.
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