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poems i writen when i was 13. |
| poem number 1 I seem to fall deep, With each tear I weep, I will try to wash my hands, Of this secret I have to keep. poem number 2 The wind shall blow, The river will flow, The weather gets worse, For a reason no one could know. poem number 3 There is quite a fright, About the candles alight, There is a bright glow, In the candles below. |