emma Linn

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    emma Linn

     Emma Linn is what i would have named her, she was but never will be; a sole taken far to early. I weep for thoes who might have known her, for the person she would have been. I weep for thoes who have lost as I have; for thoes soles who were not given the choice to live.
    She is no longer with me because of my horrible stupidity and His crulty, or perhaps it was fates hand, what ever the reason she is gone, never to love, never to laugh and never to see how her mother would love her.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    Ariel’s Poems (18)

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