poetrylove
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Poetry didnt always come easy
it wasnt always my thing
until I met her,
the crazy haired totally outgoing best teacher yet.
She changed my perception
made me fall in love with poetry
Come, be still and lay in my arms;No one can resist my many charms.I'll keep you warm and you can rest your headYou'll never want to leave me, for I am your bed.
