Rr Smith Poems

I once wrote a verse, not such a long time ago, before the pain, the loss and this snow...

The verse told of a love, I dreamt of so fair, she seemed like an angel with her soft raven hair...
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Many moons ago
I dreamt of you,
But I knew not it was you, my love...
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Decades past, in the midst of a blizzard, a boy was born. He was given a Gaelic name, despite his non Gaelic lineage. For this verse he will be known as "13".

From birth he was henceforth known by his Gaelic name. After years of being called by his birth name, he knew the name was not his own. The name was given to distract from all the evil and the pain that would come to pass during his stay here on this earth.
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