Teri-Louise Caterer Poems

Unmarked graves in far off fields,
So many lives to the Grim Reaper do yield.
Death looked on in a khaki shroud,
As millions died by the Hiroshima cloud.
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I don't want to be like everyone else;
Don't want to be a sheep.
I go out of my way to be different.
But try not to cut myself off from everybody.
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Do not judge me by the way I look,
Do not judge the contents by the cover of the book.
Pink satin bows may not mean I'm nice inside,
My black leather jacket doesn't indicate an evil mind.
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