Angela Ricks Poems

As I walk through the valley of death
I looked around up and down right and left
Did god put me here...?
I ask him if he did
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Love is deceptive
Love is a misunderstood beginning to a new passageway
Love is given and taken fooled around with and played
Love is deceptive and at times painful
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The more tears I shead in this lonesome fricked up mishchieveous world
The more and more I hurt the pin is just a wonder put to shame
The tears that fall beneath and down below my checks, cry a sob story to tell thee..
The lonesomeness is just a queary
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