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Unintrospective Poems - Poems about Unintrospective


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...HIM I didn't ask to be born neither did you. And of all the shoes I've worn you've walked very few. My first job was to gather eggs I was four then. The welts on my legs were for bringin' in less ......

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Categories: unintrospective, life,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Reflection on the Important Things