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Katie doesn't really understand Little Johny probably never will Teary eyes that watch the news Comprehend it all to well Grandma is crying in the next room A nation falls to their knees They pray so hard to find their Savior He comprehends how his people bleed Christmas presents sit under the tree the one wrapped in red It was for Emilie but it's not being opened today and not all the pain in the world can change that. I never had this fear I got to be 6 Exactly the way a 6 year old should My heart breaks for those who have been robbed of this gift.
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MaddisonDayton

I sit and write poetry during Spanish class. It's kinda evolved into a way of life. Long live the poets of this generation.

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