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    HELP

    Mommy get up and fight back
    The more I screamed
    He attacks
    Stop hitting her, I yell in pain
    But he keeps beating her
    Over, and over again
    My Mother cries
    Bruises under her left eye
    Now she's depress, whelps on her chest
    If I knew then,what I know now
    His soul will be rest...........

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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