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I Now Know Why the Call You the Devil

i hell (held) a sack of brown papered flour in my virgin hands i hell (held) an small round specked egg in my young hands all to receive a grade i hell (held) a little life, rapped tightly in my arms and preyed to give unlimited love and unyielding safety but not one thing in my pre-adult life could prepare me for watching someone deceitfully end my life take what small unique tiny breaths in my unknowing body and needle me up with chronic disease and shelter my knowing whit (with) politic deceit i made a fool out of myself by thinking, Gods laws would protect me and only the good are good when no one can see and the wind rustle in the trees and evil lives in the home and hearth of the many

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Date: 9/21/2012 9:21:00 PM
I like your poem. It ends in one of my beliefs. I can relate to it. I hell (held) it
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Verlecia Fields
Date: 9/21/2012 11:26:00 PM
Thank you for the comment- have a good weekend...

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