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Apr 2018
When you look at the page,.
and there are no words.
Your mind is spinning.
It only disturbs.

Searching and searching
you spend a lot of time..
Your mind is wandering
for that perfect rhyme.

Sometimes it takes a while
and it stresses you out.
You have a gift for poetry
so no need to pout.
Crystal Freda
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Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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