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Overcrowding is like a box with too many other boxes inside it People These Are people Everywhere- are In your The kin: Hallway Who And is Around going The rooms... to Even tell Behind Great-aunt The to doors move WHERE? Three’s never a crowd in the third world

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Date: 8/31/2018 2:09:00 AM
Send your aunt away ... send her here...
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Date: 7/27/2018 8:25:00 AM
Fabulous poem…very well composed and displayed, Jasmine.
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Jasmine Koria
Date: 7/27/2018 11:56:00 AM
Thanks! :)
Date: 7/23/2018 8:41:00 PM
I like the way you have typed this poem as a box. Sometimes with relatives, we feel boxed in, but you are right, it seems like third world countries are a lot more receptive to a crowd retaining love.
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Jasmine Koria
Date: 7/23/2018 8:46:00 PM
Thank you Caren :)

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