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sometimes i look and see
the orange migth be just like me when i view the orange rind it displays just like my mind rough and bumpy sturdy too wondering just what to do with the mush i find within the skin omg where to begin the juice reminds me of the tears the seeds of potential lost in years picked from the tree or left to be it doesn't matter how far i fall nah it doesn't matter much at all nona
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i liked your poem......do you know there is a creative forum for poetry?..more folks will get to read it if you post it there
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Hey I really liked your poem. Thank you for sharing it.
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Hi Nona, I like your poem too. I saw that you wrote to Pammie, she will be thrilled. She used to have friends her own age when I worked at a middle school, but they all went into high school and Pammie went into hiding.
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can't dig all the adult stuff in that forum and i'm doubting that they would care or undrestand it like the cluster here i'm not around much but maybe pammie can be around some too gets boring nona
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