Is it so hard to Step out of rutted routine To cast your voice Amidst the turbulent stream? Have we been asked to shed blood Give up home Leave kin For this chance to choose? Why do we stay our hands Mired in ignorance Rooted in uncaring apathy To those who have gone before We owe this debt This... Sign in to see full entry.
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Little poems; how to lick a rainbow, the sky wept, sun peeking,lanterns. . . by Mamajoy. Can I write a poem a day? Hmmmm.
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