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I'M Still Me

See me I'm falling. My feet on the ground
Hear me, I'm calling. Not making a sound


If you look you will see
The great irony
For all I try to be
I'm still me. I'm still me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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De Beaulieu Avatar
October 8, 2019 at 2:07 PM
Hello Jesse Rowe, yes you are still you no matter what happens around you. Have a nice day my friend.
Awtry Avatar
October 7, 2019 at 9:20 PM
A good thing too! Nice write :)
Gauthier Avatar
October 7, 2019 at 8:57 PM
Delightful poem, Jesse.
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