Peace

hunger sets in and i was never good a sleep but theres nothing to eat mr.noddles for weeks one pack a day it was winter and we we'er broke hey look the shoe's are falling off my feet broken home problems at school hey i was smoken at ten five finger was the game i placed that and river play just the games we played in the land of the broken toys

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Christy Hardy

Date: 5/24/2009 6:55:00 AM

I came from a broken home also, but Praise God, my grandmother made room for us all in her home....I was one of the lucky children of broken homes, and broken dreams, I had two mothers, my natural mom, and my grandmother, also my uncles, and grand-dad, stepped in as a dad. I never missed not having a dad, he didn't want us, and that was just fine with us. His mother, and dad always tried to stay in touch with us, making excuses for him, but we knew the truth.......

Izzy Gumbo

Date: 5/24/2009 6:27:00 AM

wow, stunning use of words! Deep write and true about struggles. Rey, you said "what about 'Crow'", so I said 'Rey' as in Do Ra Me... La, etc... :) My poetry contest is Solfege. I thought you were making a funny so I returned one. Crow, Rey, See, Me, giggle :) Have a great day.