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Just your everyday, run-of-the-mill, amateur poetry
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
No you can't take it
Dignity remains with me
That was a good try
How hard you have tried
To steal from me what made me
I keep a firm hold
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The Poet-In-Training
Ashee
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
A 24 year old woman from Canada trying to figure out what she wants to say. I never write drafts. What you see here is what I wrote all at once, everything pouring out.
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