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Poems are hidden in many different places, Trying to tell you something You may not know where they are, But if you just look you may see them all One poem is hidden in the trees, That grow and bloom They give us air to breathe, Paper to write, Which reminds me how lucky I am to be alive Another poem is hiding in my room, Its my umbrella, That opens and closes, And has a Mickey Mouse on it, It gives me protection from the rain, Like a house Which reminds me how lucky I am to have a home The Last poem hides in a New Orleans Mask It always looks down at me when I sleep, And when I stare at it, It reminds me of how lucky I am to have eyes to see

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Date: 12/10/2018 2:23:00 AM
Without a doubt...We're lucky to be alive...All the best Mia
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Date: 12/9/2018 8:57:00 PM
A beautiful poem, Mia. Well-done. I like it that you are aware poems are all over, it is a matter of seeing them, which is apparently a talent of yours. Welcome to Poetry Soup! Well done!
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