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Noe Roe Poem
Free is the price, of a dream,
The future is ripe, don’t you see.
Formulate it all, to a tee,
Don’t make a mistake, you see:
Sow twice as hard
To reap least a half,
Dreams will always be free,
From mine to yours to ours.
Copyright © Noe Roe | Year Posted 2021
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