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When daybreak comes and I no longer care to listen for the mourning doves first cry, anticipate the sunrise in the sky or smell the apple blossoms in the air my passion to write poetry will die.
Everything Matters to Me !  If I didn't have my parents  I would not have been here today I am 17 years of age and yes I been through it all but the question is  What Matters ?
She clings to her rules As tightly as she ties her bun No piece out of place, Polished and proper.   For her there is only one; One way to answer One way to think One way to question
We are all given the same time but what does that dictate that a plant can walk or a dog learn to speak. When seven billion people exist how many can truly be seen but a few in the gleaming light of stars embrace.
Always finding the negativeCounter exampling the positiveGood times or badEither way I'm always kind of glad When I talk with youIt takes away the bluesYour nice sweet voiceCan make me rejoice
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