Abigail Valkenburg Poems

Yes, my arms and legs are me you see
What is wrong with two blue circles in brown
Whether upstanding or slightly sharp down I frown
From a catching continent this was sent to me.
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You are my desire to be a
Shrub under a tree that is stronger
Unique is this tree, it lives longer
Amidst vegetation in woodland.
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With great respect we remember the dead
With great respect their names we collect
With great respect we tell their story.
Their names we cherish in our hearts
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