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Apr 2013
I stand with my head held high,
My eyes seeking the blue laced sky,
Makes me wonder day by day,
But I keep my words off the bay,
But now I sing through my pen,
And I hope to see you until then.
Way way back, my young poetry musings.
Shylah S
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Shylah S  23/F/Canada
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