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Jan 2018
A little discipline oughtta do you good,
Just like my father, when in the mood,
Would lay his problems down on me,
Gave scars that turned to poetry,

So I learned to take the damage well,
And in that time, I learned to spell,
So pain would not mean misery,
And It could hide in poetry
Written by
Jordan Thomas Willard  24/M/East Coast
(24/M/East Coast)   
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