Breanna Prosser Poems

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1.
A Mother's Wait

A Mother's Wait isn't no longer,
She's sitting in her chair,
Wondering why she's here,
She's waiting on her two daughther's to arrive
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2.
My First Time

My First Time hasn't arrived yet,
My boyfriend is presuring my oh why?
Our night will arive soon,
Our love is compasionate,
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