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I AM


 

I am Erin.

 

I was born a long eighteen years ago.

In the Portland of Maine where absolutely

nothing is the same.

 

Traveling to Maine would not leave me the same.

Changing my views on the creation that God gave.

By the sea I'd stay, watching the sunset night and day.

 

Nature is key for me being green.

Save the tree that's what they say.

Reduce, reuse, recycle and will all be okay having a fun place to stay.

 

I try to take my time to teach other my key to life.

Always laugh at yourself and the mistakes you make.

Making mistake is apart of life.

We all have to live with that.

So why not make a joke or two out of your mistakes?

 

High school went by like a race car.

Zoom and bang senior year came.

All the decisions have to be made.

 

I do not like options because I cannot pick and choose.

Making the right choice has always been a struggle.

Like when you, put a cat and a mouse in the same room.

The cat should not chase the mouse but it will always do so.

Like Tom and Jerry.

 

Being the youngest of two, it seems to me as

if the all the rules were all bent f0r me.

This I must say, thank you to my man bun

brother for going through all the pain of not

staying out past eight.

So thankful  for him and his new lady mate,

she is so great.


 

The best decision my great parents made

was to take home the greatest lab.

Indy Anna Jones, yep that’s her name.

She use to sit and play but now she just stay.

Staying by the table awaiting for something

so yummy to fall.

 

I am blessed with some great people in my life.

Friends or foes, they’ve all made me whole.

Whole as a person with all the memories I have to hold.

Pretty or ugly memories I will hold for all the years I have

to unfold.

 

Thankful for the one who opened my mind.

Showed me not only how to rhyme but to

spend some time thinking of others.

Yes he might be a beautiful mess

but he's doing his best to stay so fresh!

 

Music inspired the dreamers to dream,

and believers to believe.

This is a passion for me some may say

they do not believe.

Vocals were never, only play my tracks

back to back.

 

Taking time to realize the things that I

have in my life are truly amazing.

From the way I was raised and all the

people I must praise for all their love and

support. This I must say love is the root

of my life.

 

I am Erin

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