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  Upon birth, a seed of thought is planted And smothered in soil Until its cultivators find That they’re ready to water it,
Thank you for driving me crazy Thank you for running around Thank you for your forgetfulness Thank you for your meltdown   Thank you for your blanket forts Thank you for your building blocks
At five o'clock in the morning, On a bright Saturday, When everyone else is still at rest, The Man With The Shovel is long gone, Working to provide for his family in anyway he can.  
At five o'clock in the morning, On a bright Saturday, When everyone else is still at rest, The Man With The Shovel is long gone, Working to provide for his family in anyway he can.  
I am a student with a matching face and worn frayed edges at the bottom of my pants, I may blend in with the other faces, but I am a sunbathed rock in a river of rocks,
My mother is the queen, For control is all that matters.   My father is the king, The foreseer of decisions.   Mother fends for her bishops, But they cannot save her children.  
lately my grandmother has been practicing her english with the phrase: no one should have to die with pain and suffering the pencil marks bow through the pages so earnestly
I use poetry to bring fort important discussions, I don't believe in limiting topics because I'm young, But for starters, I've lost friends, They're legal and I'm just a teen, Life seems frugal with a hint of mean,
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