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Poem Details
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| Title: | The time |
| Author: | Mariette Zandbergh |
| Date Submitted: | 9/12/2008 |
| Poem: |
The pretty things can come out in the coldest nights, sometimes you find a way to fly, you get stronger and harder, it is time to be, to feel this all I’m, mainly talk is all you need sometimes, it is the pain, and is it time to grow, I don’t know how but I’ll find a way, by being stronger and harder, I can talk of I am, Be, but no-one understand, but now you understand, I keep my head up cool, keep up with strangers, and keep my head up. ... |