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My Life, My Love, My Poetry
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2001 Poetry Pen to paper,
write it down,
so significant to me,
makes a smile from a frown.
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Write all day,
a form of expression.
A peaceful bliss,
to somber my depression.
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To kill me would be,
to take my pen and paper away.
Without these cherished things,
I would wither day by day.
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So you see my friend,
there is no room here for greed.
To me, words on paper,
are worth more than money indeed.
~*~ Jill ~*~
