Emily

Emily short poem

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Emily was a recluse
a quiet introvert
she sat alone
penning poems
wrought with pain and hurt
a lady great
I do relate
I too crave solitude
though in her verse
she did not curse
and mine sometimes are crude
different times
different measures
a new age sort of lit
her …I shall not, please be gone
is now my …. you’re full of it

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Charlotte Dickson

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...big ones, help the little onesyou move in the direction of your thoughts...you are where you are today because your thoughts brought you there
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