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Crummy Poem


Saya

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He lost it.

He found it.

He used it.

He stayed.

I saw it.

I smiled.

I prayed.

What is this feeling coming over me?

Is this real or is this a dream?

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well thats a bad poem i wrote...but my frineds say its good. i dont believe them.

if you dont get it let me know... this is my first poem.

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