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every night i pray to god hopeing he listening i go to bed hungery in sad mom run out dads a drunk older brother left i sit in my room on my bed wepping hopeing every thing will be alright. i got to school with holes in my shoes scares on my arm. pleading the teachers will help me.When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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| she going 2 kill u | 1 | 11/10/2009 |
| lost | 0 | 11/10/2009 |
| no title | 0 | 09/29/2009 |
| on the street | 1 | 09/26/2009 |
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