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I was a model of a humble mother My father thought me humility "My son, run away!" My mother told me. "Do not sit,with the proud,son, Rough they will make you Careless you become 'I am sorry',you forget" Father talked to me. My teachers were humble "Do not be rushy, Do not make rushy decisions!" I Respect Mr KORIR GILBERT, Wherever. I came from humble Background's Now I feel sorry When I see you big friends, Fighting over this expansive cite Instead of making poetry grow You spoil our moods We laugh no more We just hide anger I hope this place isn't for such Let's cool down Let's not fight over here Read my next poem!
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
should i be sorry?
I was a model of a humble mother My father thought me humility "My son, run away!" My mother told me. "Do not sit,with the proud,son, Rough they will make you Careless you become 'I am sorry',you forget" Father talked to me. My teachers were humble "Do not be rushy, Do not make rushy decisions!" I Respect Mr KORIR GILBERT, Wherever. I came from humble Background's Now I feel sorry When I see you big friends, Fighting over this expansive cite Instead of making poetry grow You spoil our moods We laugh no more We just hide anger I hope this place isn't for such Let's cool down Let's not fight over here Read my next poem!
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
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