Yays Poems - Poems about Yays

... "Why did God choose me to be his plaything?" by Poet my life is a torturous maze a labyrinth of blind alleys hidden from the sun's rays oh, God I praise you in so many ways tell me......

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...Click-clack the sound of the ref’s shoes hit the floor Tick-tock the clock starts The coach closes the swinging door The team parts With the starters on the court The crowd ceases to chatter ......

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...Hooming in the near lorizon, another girthday makes me bloomy The yays, the dears are massing paster! I am diserablly mepressed, and in a date of great sistress! Age, you may agree, is rot fo......

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...I Prefer Those Daring To Just Write I prefer my poetry very raw and real giving life and emotion to be seen A prize, a parade - the real deal not words delivered merely to preen Stand back a......

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...you would never want, to take a walk in my shoes, because if you did, you would learn to sing blues, i do not care, about whats on the news, and im all alone, while people are in twos. no matter how ......

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