Shania K. Younce
'Abbitte' - Poem by Shania K. Younce
The world has many sorrows.
In, which we do pay.
We live day to day.
Always thinking of diffenrent ways.
Our life leads us.
We leave it.
To of days.
We spoke the word in many languages.
Here is one way to say it, 'Abbitte.'
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