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Poetry A Small Collection

The Lamb

The lamb bounced falling a continuous breath


It leaped again against the wind on its feet

Untill its ankles ached

The gate finally opens and

forward it went for its freedom


Oh how I love planting


And watching them grow

How good they are

For mind, body and soul

These turnips

Growing seeds of


All the more profound


She walks with her head held high

Always fighting for her respect

She finds many friends and some foes

Her long hair shows her beauty

We were once friends

How time has changed so much

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