Cross
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My cross is made of love and dragon fly wings my faith is her who loves me so
deep inside a heart so true my crown is just a ball cap with the name of this city
that eye live in or the state one that eye wear to hide my head in this established
place to work on poetry to hide to then escape from boredom and from finitude
some problems have occurred to her in solving them we love the ewe my cross
to bear is love.
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2007
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