O' Little child
On the street you do sleep.
Walking around
With your dirty bare feet.
I want to weep with you,
But I never see you cry.
How is it that you who are weak
Are stronger then I?
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A Little About Me
- Kayla
- Kalispell, MT, United States
- I shoot for the stars. Even when I stumble and tumble it keeps me from eating dirt.
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2 comments:
amazing poem kayla!
keep up the good work,
Jesse
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