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Sep 2020
Hurling words at me
Words you could have kept
Let me get a broom
To clean up
All the mess
You thought you
Could hurt me
With each word
You wrote
You only hurt yourself
Cuz now your
Left behind
to pick up
After
Don't even know where this came from
Written by
Mary Anne Norton
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