odalys aimee Poems

It's not fair being the only girl
i rather go and meet a squirrel
i feel like im being pushed aside
from everyone outside
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I need some advice
on how to make hot-spice
i don't want to fail cooking
just in the library looking
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Friends come and go
like my friend once ago
i haven't seen her in years
i feel like shedding some tears
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Laying down on the floor
thinking of that same old door
working hard, cleaning your room
sweeping back 'n' forth with the broom
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