Freedom Poem

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Poetry is a friend.

It is a coach.

It is love. 

A poem is like you first time riding a horse, 

It scares you, but it's fun.

Poetry runs like the river flowing, 

I whispers in the wind,

It blows through your hair. 

It wraps you in a  hug on a cold winter night.

Poetry is a soft warm blanket on you bed.

 

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