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Meriths

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

5 poems·Since July 2016
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My Momma

July 1, 2016

My Momma's held my hand

Since the day I was born,

But soon I will have to move out,

Into a brave new world.

 

She taught me everything I know,

How to cut and sew,

How to talk and walk,

To sing and run,

 

My Momma's held my hand

Since the day I was born,

But soon I will have to move out,

Into a brave new world.

 

I'll think of her 'till my dying day,

When I'll smile and say-

 

My Momma's held my hand

Since the day I was born,

But now I have moved out,

Into a brave new world.

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