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What makes me devoted Not always getting promoted In fine Robin, print birds fly noted Not voting Presidential win The polls are in we become scapegoated We are forced into things Footnoted To achieve what do we really believe I believe in me The darkness appear's in so many forms stand firm with Any specific term But the beauty, Divinely terrific, lovely_____________me Goes with the territory Shows the love and fury Me my story the flower the morning glory Staying clear of guilty as sin I as myself truly sincere I am not about the win love to write wearing the pledge pin Be innocent showing I care But this world we must beware All over the website things that drive me Perfume sweet fresh me The Eager me The singer is me Not the jealous me Over every singer I see I am the Zealous me I am passionate that's me The avid card reader The clicker far from the pretender A poem is the world hands extend He is carrying me On time or who cares if I am late Robin her wing lengths To so many heights That's why I love to sing
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
Zealous Me
What makes me devoted Not always getting promoted In fine Robin, print birds fly noted Not voting Presidential win The polls are in we become scapegoated We are forced into things Footnoted To achieve what do we really believe I believe in me The darkness appear's in so many forms stand firm with Any specific term But the beauty, Divinely terrific, lovely_____________me Goes with the territory Shows the love and fury Me my story the flower the morning glory Staying clear of guilty as sin I as myself truly sincere I am not about the win love to write wearing the pledge pin Be innocent showing I care But this world we must beware All over the website things that drive me Perfume sweet fresh me The Eager me The singer is me Not the jealous me Over every singer I see I am the Zealous me I am passionate that's me The avid card reader The clicker far from the pretender A poem is the world hands extend He is carrying me On time or who cares if I am late Robin her wing lengths To so many heights That's why I love to sing
This is one of my shorter poems about me what I like and how I see the world
robinHelloRow
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
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