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No matter how I strive it still doesn't jive. Maybe I could say something brilliant. Maybe I should be extra resilient. Maybe I could, but I won't. I've been listening to that song that if I cry I am wrong. Be mature and tighten my brow? No, thanks. Can I have that blanket now! Am I wrong to assume I'm still a flower in bloom? Are you right when you say I am just built this way? Maybe I'll grow and it's all just for show. Maybe I could, but I don't.

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Date: 5/5/2021 12:08:00 PM
I enjoyed this Angela. What a beautiful name. - Ken
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Date: 1/4/2021 7:51:00 AM
I think I've read a recent poem of yours which tackles the same topic, Angela. You are who you are, deciding your way of living, making your choices, irrespective of what others say. ~ Regards // paul
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Angela Crabtree
Date: 1/5/2021 9:59:00 PM
Thank you, Paul. I really appreciate you reading my poems. have a great week :)