My All Poem by Ronald Strickland

My All

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I give you my all,
and all is what i have to give.

To hear the voice that speaks ill of you,
you're only to listen to yourself.

If i seen it, heard it, touched it,
tasted it, smelled it,
Then what the hell was it?

A moment's Experience.

Friday, January 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: smile
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Ronald Strickland

Ronald Strickland

LaFayette, Georgia
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