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Jay Snyder Poem
When I was a wee little girl,
My hair had bright yellow curls.
I liked them a lot
‘Till my mom cut them off,
And that was the end of my world.
Copyright © Jay Snyder | Year Posted 2015
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Jay Snyder Poem
The brave and the proud,
They stand out in the crowd,
They protect all our family and friends.
Their reputation lives on,
The few and the strong,
I'm proud to call one of them dad.
Copyright © Jay Snyder | Year Posted 2015
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Jay Snyder Poem
Finding a date,
Is the most horrible fate.
I think I should just go alone.
I stand there in fear,
Wondering how to ask my peer.
I think I'm just not gonna go.
Copyright © Jay Snyder | Year Posted 2015
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