I regret to inform you that I have once again committed A Poetry.
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Text reads:
I try and I try
to put her away.
I shove her in boxes,
I've tried every way-
But jars are too fragile,
and boxes too small,
I've torn her to bits...
it means nothing at all.
She'll overcome, I know,
try what I may.
I just know she'll spill out
because she does
every day.
Zoe
2021-06-18 13:33:25 +0000 UTCGlenn Matchett
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