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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (Internal Rhyme) Dreary was upon the time, as wearily I lived from my mind, Sad when I was a lad, was mad contrary to current fad! These are reflections of no relief, as all rejections kick at teeth, Lad became a teenager, sad though taking many wrong wagers. Blessings seemed to be curses, distressing with no bible verses, Lacking tenderness nursing, whacking naught of love’s conversing. Stealing all of that the hand laid on, sealing a fate from God’s great throne, As I was alive I did learn, deprived of love… it I spurned. Despised first half of my life, I was disguised chaffer in strife, In this school of very hard knocks, this ghoul brushed many chips off blocks. This my school of mind intentions, makes ghouls of mind inventions, My school confessing hard knocks, confirms fool’s blessings of past clocks. My school of this blessed account, I pool fully an assessed amount, The worth of which I confess, a rebirth of which I have love's rest, Being turned of Christ this precious fool, turned from spurned bodacious drool. These blessings I do not discount, the assessing of it’s amount, Hard knocks are my blessings, every confessing as my love docks. Concepts embody many a fool, as precept emerges from drools, Learning to be wise as serpent, churning of love upon advent, Having learned the art of love, craving to learn all the above, By school of these very hard knocks, this fool by love safely docks! Finished precept advice I give, as replenished of love I live, Mothers that nurse precious babe, covers with love bodacious Gabe, Tender and loving nursing, render blessings and not cursing. From a babe laid in the shade, an honest Abe seldom is made, Though I seek not any glory, as I peak within life's story, Tough wisdom as been mother, precept’s buff of love like no other, I could never hard knock mother, nor would I change her for another!
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