Judy Rea Poems

I come from the land of clean, my home is always seen by visitors from afar they visit in wonder of my home down under, while many live amoung the rubbish, i thank the lord for all i have to cherish.
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Never ever will understand, the emptyness you can feel, when you are not alone,
but in a room or a street full of souls, they laugh and joke but you dont hear,
you feel you are not even there.
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