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Nov 2018
I know, I keep using the same old rhymes
But I'd say they get a bit more joyful every time
Some day I'll have my final draft
The true purpose of my craft
Just give me time, and you'll see
The poet I was made to be
I know some day when I publish my work, it won't all sound the same, because it will be my final and most encouraging draft....Does that make sense? The purpose of the imagination God gave me
Gabriel Bonney
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Gabriel Bonney  17/M/Indiana
(17/M/Indiana)   
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