Arley Poems - Poems about Arley

...She was lean, she was mean, a fighting machine. Sixteen brothers had toughened her up. She was secret woman, our little Arlene. Raised on cold kerosene from a cup. Our mother had passed when A......

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...Yes it hurt a little an it hurt a lot Standing their on the cold wet street Along waiting for my mom to come and rescue me. I was searching for my own way Never knowing who I might would  fi......

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...Sorry S ometimes feeling sad I think, O f the days I were angry, R eady I was to fight you, R arley thinking, you were my friend, so true, Y earning now, I wish to say, ......

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