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Sep 2017
Oh
I love the people
'Specially the helpless ones

I cried real hard
When you fell off your bike

What's a miss like me doing
Hoisting little round ones?

How can such a hōre
Have a place in this world?

When there isn't even a place
In her own home.
How can anybody have a place in this world when they don't even have a place in any one person's life?
Isabela Ramos
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Isabela Ramos  Nashville
(Nashville)   
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