Junie Clauther Poems

I am a child without a name
Traveling from place to place ever since my birth
I never had a place that I could call my own
I never had any belongings or family that I could call my own
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Who do you think you are?
What do you think you have?
Where do you get off
Thinking that you can come in
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Ten toes, ten fingers.
Beautiful face.
Perfect child.
The joy and the essence of my life.
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