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(Poetry)
4-08-2008
by mary ann calingo
I once followed tracks of these ashen snow
Secretly, silently, cautiously, now
Or I’m sure be dead with just one blow
That’s what I know I was only four
Though with fright, with all my might
I beg the truth to come to light
Sir blue eyed...
who i am
(Poetry)
15-11-2006
by mary ann calingo
I was born a filth.
Or so they say
My Sun she died
Just when the morning commenced
To rain what it’s left for me
My blood’s debauched
Or so they say
Their eyes bellowing
To breathe is a...
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