No poem is an original
everyone who writes
poetry thinks their poem
was an original, it just so
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Where has time went?
It seems like one night,
I went to sleep,
and the next day,
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Snow, Snow, and More Snow,
when will you stop!
Of the flakes you do drop.
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Memories are made in the mind,
and there if you search, you will find.
There in the mind, so many things,
so many memories it brings.
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Christmas time is here
lets bring on the cheer
presents to buy for everyone
but the homeless ones get none
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Happy Birthday mom,
today you would have been,
One-Hundred-Three,
hard to believe, you have
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My heart aches and hurts, with out you
My arms want to reach out for you to embrace,
and to see your smiling face.
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You'll never be forgotton,
my dear pal of ours
many years ago of
poems you inspired
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Can i send a message to your heart,
from my heart to yours,
soon it will depart
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