vincent armone

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T - Poem by vincent armone

This chair I sit is my home
This computor I type on my life
These words I spell my pain
This nightmare I live my punishment

Things I say misjudged
Thoughts I express scoffed
This my soul displayed
That led to my down fall

Thank you for reading
Thank you for crying
Thank you for laughing
Thank you for even careing
for a bum like me
T


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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 23, 2010



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