cadance cunningham Poems

look at this rose
watch it unfold
watch it turn red
look at the moon
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what a tone
skin on a bone
feet on a stone
what a tone
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oh, ow, ouch
throw me on the couch
I'm learning how to slouch
oh, ouch, ow
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the orange suit's
feet are chewing gravel
independence day
under a green skirt
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I know this disease
has got a hold on me
and it's better to know
it's not going to let me go
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