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    • freind
    • sitting here reading all you nice peoples poems.

    son

    since the time you arrived.
    you were small and pink.
    mother and i loved you so.
    i taught you things you should know.
    you grew up quick and fast.
    then i realized you forgot the past?
    you got agift from god.
    tiny and pink tiny little hands and feet.
    you parted ways so you could think?
    please come back home .
    to this child that is tiny and pink.
    may god show you the way back home.
    so you may never want to roam.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    freind’s Poems (22)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    finest hour 4
    somebody 3
    Time 2
    darkness 1
    for the children 3
    liar 8
    life 1
    addiciton 4
    love 4
    brother 3
    poetry 1
    calm 0
    thoughts 1
    momma 7
    spirit of freedom 1
    days past 1
    missing 3
    angel 4
    son 1
    woman 3
    beloved 3
    feelings 4