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Kevin

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

8 poems·Since November 2012

I live in San Diego My urge to achieve greatness I thrust upon others

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Disease

November 19, 2012
The little red spot wouldn't go away It decided to grow and grow and grow I found it in March, but waited 'till May I was a fool I know I know The red spot became two, then three, then four before I knew it, I was weak and pale I thought I had the flu, but it was so much more My doctor was worried, told me I was as dead as a snail Too little, too late, if only I knew Go to my doctor, as soon as it grew
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